Logan (Chosen Champions #1) - Macy Blake Page 0,14

so jealous that some shifters could shift without stripping out of their clothes. He’d complained long and loud to his mom about it, but she said only certain ones had that magic.

Basically, if an animal could be found in a zoo, it had to strip to shift. The mythological ones, though, were another story. Their shifts were magical in nature instead of physical, like Logans. They could simply transform from one form to the other.

Logan still argued that it wasn’t fair. He’d seen a dragon in his military days who could shift in a second. Luckily, dragons had a certain scent Logan had recognized, so when their unit had been pinned down, he’d pulled the dragon aside and convinced him to help. Dragons also had the ability to hide their form from humans while in the air.

Because of course they could.

Because dragons.

At Logan’s direction, the young dragon had managed to set a few very distracting fires, which provided enough cover for Logan and the others to escape. When it had come time to debrief, no one had really understood what caused the fires. Both Logan and the dragon kept their mouths shut. Of course, the dragon’s true abilities had been kept secret from their superiors, just as Logan’s were. To the military, they were soldiers and nothing else.

Humans didn’t know about their world, and they had to keep it that way. That hadn’t meant Logan didn’t stretch his legs in his wolf form a time or two while in the service. And he wasn’t the only one. He’d sniffed out others in the ranks; they tended to keep to themselves, but on a few occasions his connections to the supernatural world had come in handy in combat.

Like him, they’d all been trying to escape from their lives. For Logan, the idea of joining the military at a young age had been his only chance at freedom. He had a lot of baggage to carry, and he’d hoped to make a new pack of sorts out of his fellow soldiers.

And he had, to a point.

But Logan had a secret, and his brothers in arms had always seemed to know there was something off about him. They couldn’t be his pack because he wasn’t truly one of them. And the other shifters were just as messed up in the head as Logan. Needless to say, he hadn’t found what he thought he needed in the military.

Instead, he’d come out with a lot of training which had led him to his current situation. The oracle had managed to put together a group of very distinct talents and personalities, but it was up to Logan to make them a team. Every day they spent together, they got better. They had a long way to go, but for the first time, Logan had begun to feel like maybe, just maybe, he’d found a place to belong that didn’t involve—

“Logan?” Aleron’s confused tone shook Logan out of his memories.

His teammate sat in the passenger seat. Logan hadn’t even noticed him getting into the car. He didn’t respond to the question in Aleron’s voice. Instead, he took control of the situation at hand once more. “Gideon, sitrep.”

“You on your way?” Gideon asked instead of giving him the answer he wanted.

Logan bit back his annoyance. “Yes.”

“Good, then you can handle the wolf.”

“What?” Logan pushed harder on the gas pedal.

They weren’t in danger. A lone wolf couldn’t take on a vampire of Gideon’s skill and walk away from it. And Scout might not seem like a fighter, but he’d grown up with a healthy pack of wolves. He knew how to handle himself with them. No, Logan wasn’t worried about them, but he didn’t want them dealing with wolves without him.

They pulled into the parking lot a few minutes later. A cop car sat near the entrance of the bar, and Bailey’s friends stood beside one of the officers. The girl—Heather, Logan thought they’d called her—had her arms crossed over her chest. She glared at Logan when he approached, then turned her attention to the cop at her side.

“There he is,” Heather said, pointing at Logan.

The cop turned and breathed in.

Fuck. A wolf and a cop?

Logan paused and gave the cop a moment to process what he’d scented. The last thing he needed was to appear threatening to a wolf, especially in front of human witnesses.

“Wait here. Let me get his statement.” The wolf-cop approached, and when he stopped in front of Logan, he tilted his head to the