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<p>"Voila!" Casper whispered, looking over Logan's shoulder at the journal. This was just what they had been searching for.</p>
<p>Logan almost cried out in joy at the revelation. The entry in this journal had finally confirmed the fact that there was truly a rogue tribe, whose markings was a crescent shaped tattoo. And in the history book that Logan had read, he had found out that the leader of the tribes usually arrived to claim other territories as their own. to "expand their followership" as the history book had put it. This would explain why they had been catching spies all over their borders, and the issue of the killings too.</p>
<p>Logan turned to look at his beta, whose face mirrored the happiness that Logan was sure was on his face too. He closed the dusty journal and handed it to Casper, who collected it and held it close. Then they both walked out of the archive room with their heads held high.</p>
<p>Logan felt as though he was walking on bubbles that could not be deflated by any sad thought. All these months of killing, of confusion, of not being able to understand the motives behind those that were killing his people, had been solved–or partly solved.</p>
<p>Nothing could touch him now–nothing could touch them. No bout of fear, or hopelessness or sadness. Logan felt alive, more alive than he had been since the capture of the rogue wolf. </p>
<p>A distant bell went off, signalling that lunch was ready. They both turned towards the direction of the dining room, big smiles still etched on their faces. Passersby wondered what was making their alpha and his beta smile so widely. Perhaps the two men had finally lost their marbles.</p>
<p>When they got to the dining room, they threw open the doors. "Good afternoon, all and sundry!" Casper yelled with his hands wide open and Logan replied. "It is a very beautiful day, is it not?"</p>
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