24. Logan — Chaos

Logan

I had met the female witches when the coven was moving into their new home earlier today. Frey and Jax had taken it upon themselves to organize a party to celebrate the witches’ arrival. By evening time, wolf bloods and witches were swarming into the manor. The waiters served wines, and everyone got their chance to showcase their dance skills in the ballroom. I met with the male witches, and they thanked me for what I'd done for them. Life was hard out there, and I turned things around by inviting them back into the pack.

About two hours later, the manor was empty. Everyone had returned to their homes. I pulled off my black suit jacket and tossed it to my shoulder as I appeared in the common room. Tyler was lying on the large couch, lost in a deep sleep. I smiled and marched toward the exit of the door. I ran into Jax, who was sitting in front of the porch, eyes fixed on the stars that decorated the dark blue clouds. “Hey, brother,” I patted his back and sat next to him. He smile