Fighting Fate
womb, so he’d left with her. He’d vowed to protect her from the evil that
    surrounded them, though he hadn’t been enough to save her from Corbin’s clutches in the first place.
    She had North to take care of her and Parker now, though since she’d found her wolf, she was
    strong enough to protect herself.
    Logan wasn’t needed.
    Again.
    He knew he wasn’t good enough for Pat’s last words, last actions.
    Cailin, the woman who could be his mate, wouldn’t even look at him. She’d left the battlefield,
    tears drying on her cheeks, her eyes wide and dark on a pale face, and hadn’t looked back. He’d
    known she’d been pulling away from him, little by little, but what had happened earlier had cemented
    their break.
    It wasn’t as if he deserved her and the alluring brightness that came from the green-eyed woman
    he’d thought he’d one day love.
    Cailin was not alone in the way she treated him, though. Most of the Redwood Pack members
    kept their distance, their wariness of the darkness in his soul justified.
    He’d lost control for just a moment on the battlefield. That moment could have ended so much
    worse for those who fought alongside him. It was a twist of fate, a stroke of luck, that he’d only killed
    Centrals in the first place.
    Yet, Patricia Jamenson had jumped in the line of fire for him.
    Logan had no idea how he was supposed to repay that, if there even was a way to repay that.
    Even if he could, he wasn’t sure the Redwoods, and the Jamensons in particular, would want him to.
    Would take what he had to offer.
    Logan Anderson wasn’t a normal werewolf. No, he was even darker than North, the one
    Jamenson brother who thought he had a grasp on the darkness that had almost claimed him. But while
    North had to deal only with a wolf who craved the violence of the beast, Logan had another power to
    overcome. He’d left bouts of anger, control issues, and death in his trail over the years, and he’d
    fought to overcome it.
    He’d been blessed by the moon goddess.
    No, that wasn’t right.
    He’d been cursed.
    While most wolves knew the story of the first hunters—humans who had been given the soul of
    the wolf to learn the value of taking a life—Logan was not like them. The moon goddess had been the
    one to grant the human hunters the power when she’d walked amongst the mortals.
    According to Logan’s father and legend, the Andersons were the first of that line.
    That was why Lexi had been given the strength of the moon goddess to fight Caym in their last
    fight with the Centrals. Without that, the demon would have killed his sister. Lexi hadn’t known the
    connection, the power, the fear. It hadn’t surprised him. He’d had it all his life.
    That was why he had an extra curse from the goddess herself. He’d been born for something
    more, something he didn’t understand. That was what his wolf told him and what his father had told
    him long ago. The extra strength, the extra adrenaline that came with the darkness of his wolf made it
    harder for him not to act Alpha.
    Though not all could feel the presence of the difference of Logan’s wolf, Edward did. He’d
    watched Logan like a hawk and hadn’t let him gain too much power in the hierarchy. Logan had never
    blamed the Alpha for that. In fact, his own wolf had liked the fact that another wolf had been ready to
    take the reins and allow him to follow a new path.
    Oh yes, that new path had been the Alpha’s daughter.
    Hence the other reason for watching Logan closely.
    No one was good enough for Cailin Jamenson.
    From the way Cailin avoided from him, he had a feeling she knew that as well.
    It didn’t matter now anyway. Her mother had died for him. There was no way he’d ever be good
    enough for her…be what she needed.
    At this point, he didn’t even know what he needed.
    The moon goddess had cursed him for a fate he didn’t understand.
    Fate had allowed him to find his mate, one he could never have.
    Fate fucking sucked.
    He

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