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<p>Logan walked out of the strategy room after his meeting with Casper. His heart was alive with happiness and he couldn't wait to see his mate again. He found himself smiling at the memory of her sleeping so carelessly on his bed. He realised that he wanted to always see her on his bed, right by him.</p>
<p>His mind wandered to the killings again and his smile was deflated a little. He realised that whenever he thought of Aella, the killings also came to mind. It was as though they were closely related, and he couldn't help the nagging feeling that his mate and the killings were somehow connected.</p>
<p>His mind suddenly went to his father and he decided to pay the old man a visit. He hadn't seen him since the time he had attempted to get some advice on what to do about the killings. So instead of turning left to his own wing, he went right, pausing at the door that led to his father's room. </p>
<p>He opened the door and stepped into the gloominess of the room, waving away the dust that fluttered up to his face. He squinted his eyes and looked around, noting that the room was in a much worse state than the last time he came here. Obviously, they hadn't been doing their jobs.</p>
<p>The cans of beer he had met on the floor had been replaced by new ones. His father was no longer on the couch by the window but on the bed, his face to the wall. The old man did not acknowledge his presence or make any move. Logan approached the bed slowly, his feet kicking up debris on the ground.</p>
<p>He got to the bed and saw that his father was snoring slightly, fast asleep. He slowly studied the old man's features. He was once a very attractive man, the pride of the whole pack. Even after he had been mated to Jessica, women had flocked around him, subtly giving him hints. He had stayed fateful to his mate though.</p>
<p>The raven-black hair that Logan had inherited from him had turned grey due to stress. His face had more wrinkles than any man his age should have. Logan noticed that he was tapping his fingers on the pillow incessantly, as though he was having a troubled sleep. He was only fifty but he was already starting to look like a seventy-year-old man.</p>
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