*Logan*
“What the fuck was that ?” There is a sound like a small explosion up on the road about a mile away.
We are sitting around one of the fire pits out in the backyard, but Being a werewolf it’s no problem to hear the sound at this distance, especially not at night with only the sound of the flickering flames to muddle it.
Jax turns his head towards the sound .. right then there is a new sound. “Sounds like something crashing ... an accident maybe”.
“I think we better go check”. AJ says, getting up ... stretching like he expects to be able to see something. “Someone could be in trouble”.
I nod. “Yeah ... you are right, let’s take the pickup”.
We hurry out to the car, my dog Luna on my heels and I let him come too, sitting in my lap as Jax takes the wheel. It would have been faster to change to our wolf form, but then we would arrive naked and that tend to raise a lot of questions
“It’s a bus”. AJ comment as we get closer. “Looks like ... a tour bus or something ... it’s in the ditch”.
“Thanks AJ, we do have eyes though”. Jax mumbles. “Holy ... does that say Hadley King ? Like in that ... doll-like girl who won ‘the star’ ?”
I look closer at the big picture on the side of the bus, he is right ... she looks almost like an anime cartoon, not really something I like ... but I remember her from the show, she has an amazing voice, when the producers is not fucking it up. “Yup ... probably some crew”.
We park on the other side of the road and a middle aged man comes over. “Sorry for the commotion. I am Mario ... we had a small accident here”.
“Is everyone okay ?” I ask and when he nods I hold out my hand. “Logan ... this is Jax and AJ ... we live right down here, it’s the only house nearby ... do you guys need a hand or anything”.
“Well I guess we need to get some transport and help to get the bus out, maybe you know who to call ...”. The guy says looking a bit uncertain.
Suddenly a sleek looking guy in expensive slacks and a dirty polo shirt steps up. “Wait I know you ... you are Logan Walker, the actor”.
“Uhm yeah I am ... and you are ?” I honestly don’t like him much, he just has an unpleasant aura, and a smell that makes my nose itch, but I remind myself not to judge him without giving him a chance. Maybe he is shaken by the accident.
“Ryan Davis”. He says it like I am supposed to be impressed and shakes my hand. “The girls can’t stay here, it’s dark and cold, we need to take them to the house to wait for transportation”.
I am not a fan of the demanding tone, but of course I am not going to leave anyone stranded here, especially not girls. “Sure, we can walk back to the house ... it’s less than a mile. Jax, could you help Mario get their things on the pickup and drive it back ?”
“Sure, no problem”. Jax gives me a nod and goes to talk logistics with Mario.
“If you get the girls, me and AJ will take you to the house”. I look at Ryan.
He looks a bit like he smelled something bad. “Uhm ... just take the girls.. I’ll stay and help load the car. Girls out here now”. The last part he yells.
Four people scramble out the bus, three young blonde girls who at first look could be triplets, with the same kind of boots, very tight skinny jeans and matching puffy jackets in different colours ... with them is a kid wearing a cap and hoodie, his hands pushed into the shirts pocket.
“Hi ... I am Logan, me and AJ here are going to take you down to the house, you can stay warm and get something to drink, but it’s about a fifteen minutes walk ... okay ?”
The triplets look slightly discouraged but que up to shake my hand, telling me their names are, Laila, Sindy with an S and Barb ... they look to be in their early twenties, pretty girls, but honestly nothing special.
The young guy walks over, reluctantly pulling out his hand. It is small even for a kid, maybe he is younger than he seems, hard to say as he keeps his face down and his voice is hardly more than a mumble. “Lee”.
“Hi Lee, nice to meet you”. I give him a smile, wondering if he is very shy. “Welcome on ... let’s get back to the warmth”.
When our hands touch, a weird feeling runs up my arm, making me pull my hand away. That was weird.
I quickly turn and whistle for my dog. “Come on Luna”.
*Logan* “You think they are triplets ... or sisters ?” AJ mumbles in a low voice, nodding towards the three very similar girls walking a bit ahead of us chatting excitedly. I shake my head. “Nah ... they are just like fashion clones ... doppelgangers in matching puffy jackets”. I hear a chuckle from the other side of the road where Lee is trotting along.. he hasn’t said a word while we walked.. but he has been throwing a stick for Luna and scratched him behind the ear, so my dog is trotting happily along beside him, a stick in his mouth. “Not sure if I find them scary or weirdly attractive”. AJ sighs, looking after the girls. I chuckle and Lee lets out a snort ... I think it was an amused sound. Then I shake my head. “Whichever it is ... better stay away AJ, you’ll just get burned ... also they are what twenty-one … Twenty-two ... just nah”. “Hey, I am like almost ... half your age .. but yeah, okay, you are right ... as always”. He shrugs. “Not really my type ... types ... wh
*Logan* After we unloaded all their bags and got them inside, which took some time as there was quite a lot of stuff. I talked a bit to Ryan, even though he still annoys me and told him they can stay in the tents tonight, it will be easier for them to get help tomorrow. “Have you seen my phone ?” I ask AJ as I walk into the living room. He shakes his head. “No, not since before your shower”. “Hmm I might have put it in my room”. I turn to walk out again. “Hey Logan, by the way Lee is using your shower, just so you, don’t just walk in”. He calls out, and I give him a nod to say I have heard him. I walk down to my bedroom, the door is slightly ajar, and I can hear the water running in the bathroom, so I expect he is in there. Okay so no problem just taking a look if I left the phone on my bedside table. Slipping into the room I freeze, and it takes me a moment to realise what I am seeing. Lee naked, his back to me. “Shit sorry man, I didn’t mean too ...”. I cut myself off when I
*Logan* Normally I am not really a morning person, but honestly I woke up after some weird ass dreams about Hadley that I can’t really shake and Luna was whimpering to get out, so now I am finding myself on my back porch letting her out on the grass shortly before 7 am as the sky is growing red in the east. “Go on out girl”. I slide open the porch door, shivering slightly from the cold wind ... but well cooling down a bit is what I need, some of those dreams were ... lets just say pretty R-rated. Luna runs out on the grass, but turns to look at me, making a whimpering sound, making me shake my head. “No girl, daddy is staying here ... run along and do your thing”. She makes a sound and I swear she is calling me a wanker making me chuckle. I look towards the tents, she is in there, right there, in her bed wearing ... stop Logan ... fuck why am I so attracted to her ? I mean she is pretty ... beautiful even and those legs ... stop it ... what I mean is that I meet a lot of stunning
*Hadley* “Where the fuck have you been Hadley”. Ryan says as I walk into the tent. He is pacing with his phone pressed to his ear. The snear makes him almost look like the demon he is. I make sure not to look him in the eyes, but not look away either. “I was outside watching the sunrise ... I couldn’t sleep”. “Hmm make sure you are ready to go when I get hold of some transportation”. He says, turning his back to me. “Uhm Ryan ... about that. I have an idea ... for the video”. I bite my lips. I need to sell this. I am not ready to go. I can’t leave Logan just yet. I can’t give up hope. “What about we shoot it here -.. imagine the contrast to the outfits, the song and then this grand beautiful nature, it will be breathtaking and very different and Logan will let us stay for free”. He looks thoughtful for a moment. “You got something there ... all the pop videos right now are shot at clubs or cool places ... this would stand out and you are famous enough to stand out ... We coul
4 days later *Hadley* “He is kinda cute right ?” The girl doing my hair says, looking at Logan who is playing with Luna out on the grass. We are on the porch which he lets us use for makeup, hair and costumes. I watch him as he laughs, throwing the ball for the dog to catch. I can’t help smiling. “He is ... and such a sweetheart”. These last couple of days my attraction to Logan has changed and grown into something deeper. We have spent a lot of time together, just talking. He has told me about his own struggles, about the importance of loving yourself and he has taught me how to meditate and let go of stress. “Cute is not the first thing coming to my mind”. Masha, the makeup girl says with a giggle. “That man is sex on legs ... sooo freaking hot”. “Well yeah that too”. The other girl giggles, pinning more pink extensions into my hair, to get the right look and the big hair Ryan wants. I bite my lip.. I mean yes he is sexy, but I do not like the way she is saying it ... or the
*Logan* I am watching Hadley shoot her video. I have to admit the song is rather catchy, but her writhing on a three log wearing this pink frilly doll-like underwear ... looking like ... a living sex doll or something. Well I do not like it ... at all. But of course I have no right to say anything, she is just a friend and she is an adult, but I just have this feeling ... from our long talks and such ... that this is not really what she wants. And my wolf is absolutely not a fan either. “Don’t drool too much”. Jax pops up beside me. I shake my head. “Not really drooling Jax”. “Oh ... you could have fooled me. I was starting to think that you and little miss Lele had a thing going on”. He looks at me with one eyebrow raised. “No Jax ... for god's sake she is nineteen, she is a teenager”. I shake my head again. “I could never do that”. He looks at her. “But you really really want to ... if you weren’t so hung up on the whole age thing”. I sigh. “I am not gonna lie, you know me
*Hadley* We have just finished filming for the day and I walk up to the porch, seeing Logan is there. He appears to be chatting with Masha, who is laughing in that seductive way, her hand resting on his arm. A new heat shooting through me, like biting into a too hot chili, something burning and harsh. “Maybe you should focus on your job and remove my makeup”. I can’t hold it in, knowing I sound like a right bitch as I sit down. I notice how Logan looks slightly worried and Masha rolls her eyes. “Of course sweetie, I’ll be right there”. “Are you okay bubbles ?” Logan looks at me. I am not sure why, I just feel so annoyed now and I kinda snap at him. “Fine ... don’t you have anything better to do than hanging around here ?” “I guess so”. I can hear the hurt in his voice so I look the other way. I would not handle seeing hurt in his eyes too. Masha starts cleaning my face, not really being gentle about it, but at least she is smart enough to keep her mouth shut. I feel it eating
*Hadley* I rub a hand over my face, it hadn’t been my intention to scare him away. Why did I have to forget myself and be all ... weird ? It had been so nice, but I sent him running again. Getting up I decide to go find him, to apologise and tell him I hadn’t meant it like that ... okay so it’s a bit of a lie, but anything to make him not angry with me. I am also slightly angry with Logan, I mean he is kinda blowing hot and cold on me … that neck rub ... he should not have been doing that if he is not interested in anything. I mean it felt kinda very intimate, on the other hand I can’t really be angry with him, he is just too sweet. As I walk outside I hear muted sounds from the corner of the back porch, giggles and ... what ? heated moans ... skin on skin slaps ... part of me wants to turn and walk away, but like a moth to the flame I am drawn in. “Oh God ... oh oh ... harder”. The words make me freeze on the spot. I have no doubt at all that it is Masha, her voice is just too
*Hadley* As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm glow over our backyard in Texas. Logan is playfully chasing our two-year-old son, Jasper, as he giggles and runs around in circles. I watch from the porch, a smile on my face. My hands resting on my pregnant belly. "Hey, troublemakers," I call out to Logan, catching his attention. He grins and walks over. "What's up, love of my life?" Logan asks. Taking a deep breath, I share, "I have something to tell you." I run my hand over my belly. Logan's eyes light up. "What is it?" With a smile, I reveal, "I went to the doctor today, and… we are going to have twins." Logan's joy is palpable. "Twins? That's amazing, love! Our family is growing rapidly." “Something doesn’t scare you.” I ask, raising a brow. He smiles and shakes his head. “Not the least, the more the marrier.” “Da da.” Jasper says pulling at Logan’s hand. “What twins?” Logan swings him up in his arms. “That, champ, means you are gonna have two brothers or sist
*Logan* I stretch out on the lounge chair in our backyard, the warm Texas sun bathing my skin in a golden glow. The gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the oak tree overhead, and for the first time in what feels like forever, peace settles in my bones. Blue lies at my feet, his ears twitching occasionally as he naps. Almost completely recovered now I can’t believe I actually died, like full on kicked the bucket… Calix sent me six feet under, well metaphorically, luckily no one buried me. The others explained how Hadley brought me back. "Hey, lazy wolf," Hadley's melodic voice breaks through the serene silence. I tilt my head back to see her standing at the back door, a playful smile dancing on her lips. Despite all we have been through, that smile never fails to make my heart race. "Hey yourself, songbird," I reply, grinning. "Come join me. The sun feels amazing." She walks over, it is like she has gained a new confidence in herself, a connection to her true self and her sirene
*Hadley* The words hang in the air, echoing in my mind, "I'm sorry." I struggle to breathe, my legs feel weak, but I force myself to stand, to face what's next. "What happened?" I manage to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. The doctor sighs, looking down at his hands. "He experienced severe cramps and stopped breathing. We did everything we could, but there was nothing more we could do. I'm truly sorry." “I need to see him,” I say. I know my heart won’t accept this unless I see it with my own eyes. The world blurs for a moment, my vision swimming with tears. Nick steps forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Hadley, maybe you shouldn't…" "No," I cut him off, my voice sharper than intended. "I need to see him." Nick hesitates, then nods. LZ looks at me, his eyes filled with sorrow, but he doesn't protest. Together, we step into Logan's room. The machines have been removed, leaving the room eerily quiet. Logan looks like he's sleeping, a peaceful expression on his face that
*Hadley*Ryan's grip tightens on LZ, and in that moment, I feel my world teetering on the edge of oblivion. LZ's eyes meet mine, a silent goodbye I refuse to accept. It's like the universe pauses, waiting for my move, a move I don't know how to make… until something deep inside me stirs.It's a weird sensation, like a hum in my blood, a melody that's been silent for too long finally bursting forth. I have never felt anything like it, I did not know I was capable… but it's as if every part of me recognizes this power, knows it's been mine all along, just waiting.I don't think; I react. My hand shoots up, not really knowing what I'm aiming for, only that I need to stop Ryan, save LZ, do something. The air around us seems to vibrate, and then, like breaking through the surface after being underwater for too long, I feel it unleash.Words, or maybe it's just pure sound, spills out of me. It doesn't make sense, but it doesn't have to. It's power, raw and ancient, a siren's call that no on
*Hadley*In the split second it takes for fear to crystallize in my veins, Nick, in his majestic wolf form, surges forward. His massive body barrels into the space between me and the descending enemy, intercepting the attack with a collision that echoes through the warehouse like a thunderclap.The force sends the enemy sprawling, thrown off course by the sheer might of Nick's intervention. His protective stance, a formidable barrier between me and harm, is a silent vow of safety in the chaos.Nick doesn't pause to savor the moment; his head swivels, amber eyes scanning for the next threat, always vigilant. I'm momentarily stunned by the primal power he embodies, the line between man and beast blurred in his protective ferocity.“Thanks,” I mumble softly. The wolf gives me a nod, and what looks like a wolfish grin.The battle rages on around us, a maelic dance of shadows flickering in the dim light. We're a team, moving with a synchronicity born of desperation and a mutual drive to sa
*Hadley*The parking lot is a cold, unforgiving space where my impatience battles with the freezing night air. I'm pacing, my footsteps echoing off the concrete, each step a sharp jab of frustration aimed at the sluggish passage of time. LZ's voice, steady and understanding, breaks through my internal storm. "I get it, Hadley. I do. But diving headfirst into danger without a plan is not going to help Logan. We need to be smart about this."I'm about to retort, the words perched on the tip of my tongue, when the sound of an approaching vehicle cuts me off. It's the old pick-up, rugged and worn, pulling into the space beside us with a sense of urgency that mirrors the frantic beating of my heart. Marshall jumps out, his presence a solid reassurance. "I've got Logan covered," he promises, and something in his tone, a fierce determination, eases a fraction of the tightness in my chest.I don't hesitate, climbing into the vehicle first, followed by LZ. The interior smells of leather and ol
*Hadley* The chaos unfolds with a speed that leaves my heart racing, the medical team's swift movements a blur around Logan's bed. I'm frozen, watching through a haze of fear as they work to stabilize him, the beeping of the machines escalating into a frenzy that mirrors the panic in my veins. LZ's grip on my shoulder is both a comfort and a reminder of the reality we're facing. "He has to be okay," I whisper, more a plea than a statement. The thought of losing Logan, of a world without his strength and love, is unbearable. But something suddenly hits me and beneath the layers of fear and desperation, anger starts to simmer…a fierce, burning rage against Ryan for orchestrating this nightmare. Once the immediate frenzy subsides and the doctors manage to stabilize Logan again, I pull LZ aside, away from the prying eyes and ears of the hospital staff. “What is it, Hadley?” He asks, clearly having read something on my face. "This is Ryan's doing, it has to be" I say, my voice low
*Logan* The sand beneath my feet is cool, a stark contrast to the heat racing through my veins. It’s been an endless journey, moving through those dreams that felt more like trials, each one a step closer to... what? Healing? Or my ultimate downfall? The fields, the forests, the ghostly city… all of it seemed like a twisted path laid out by fate, or perhaps by my own fractured psyche. My wolf, my on and off companion in this inner world, has been silent lately. He warned me, urged me to face my demons, to heal not just the flesh but the soul. I thought I was making progress, even felt strength coursing back into me. But now, that strength wanes, leaving a weariness so profound it feels like chains around my limbs. And then, suddenly, there's Hadley. My beacon in the darkest night. Her presence on this desolate beach is a balm to my tattered heart. “Logan,” She calls, waving at me. “There you are my love. Come here.” The sight of her, the sound of her voice, it's everything. I r
*Hadley* I am back at the hospital, sitting in the dimly lit hospital room, the soft beeps and whirs of machines composing a symphony of dread. The sterile scent of antiseptics does little to mask the underlying odor of despair that seems to cling to the walls. Logan, lies motionless on the bed, his once vibrant face pale and drawn, a stark contrast to the fierce, unyielding spirit he possesses. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest is the only indication that life still clings to him, albeit by a thread. I reach out, my hand trembling as I brush a lock of hair from his forehead. His skin is cool under my touch, and I suppress a shiver. "Logan," I whisper, my voice breaking the oppressive silence. "Please, you have to fight this. You can't leave me alone." But he remains unresponsive, seemingly locked in a battle I cannot see, fighting demons in a realm I cannot reach. I had asked the nurse, because the last couple of days he has seemed to fade away i stead of getting better. But