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<p>The alpha groaned and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He picked up another book from the pile on his table and flipped through the pages distractedly. At this point he couldn't force his brain to stay focused. His body needed sleep, but his spirit was in need of answers.</p>
<p>The whole pack house was deathly quiet as everyone has gone to bed except him. His sharp wolf ears could pick out the crickets that chirped in the grasses outside, the soft breeze that rustled the trees behind the window of the Alpha's Library.</p>
<p>He swiveled around in the chair to face the window behind him and looked out at the starry night sky. He could see the pitch black of the woods from this height and beyond the woods was a wide stretch of land. He knew what was beyond those lands, knew that it was only a matter of time before the thing caught up to him and wiped out his entire pack.</p>
<p>His spirit wasn't at peace; it hadn't been at peace since the capture of the rogue wolf and Kylie's murder. He knew it would not be at peace until he satisfied the burning questions in his heart.</p>
<p>His mind wandered to the fit his father had thrown a few hours ago. His encounter with his father held more significance than the alpha knew. For his father to have woken up, especially at this crucial time, it was because something of higher purpose would happen soon. Logan could feel it like a second skin. He decided to keep the encounter a secret though. Not everyone would understand what it meant for the former alpha to finally talk coherently </p>
<p>He hated to admit it too but deep down, he was terrified. It was not easy carrying the burden of the entire pack on one's head, talk less of personal burdens. He could not deny that his pack members probably thought he had the situation </p>
<p>He stared at his reflection in the semi-dusty glass of the window and sighed. He looked like a mess from hell. His eyes were red and bloodshot like those of a drunk man. His hair had slipped from its bond and was flowing down his shoulders and back like a stream of obsidian. His face had developed overnight wrinkles. His shirt was unbuttoned down to the chest and his sleeves had been pulled up. </p>
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