Lycia
Staring out the window of the plane on the way home, I hated that we were going back so soon. But Logan was right. We’d been away for a week and had been attacked twice.
If that wasn’t a sign that we should go back home, I don’t know what was. At least, for now.
“Do you have any idea who’s after us?” Although I realized the question was out of the blue, I’d been thinking about it a lot and had to know.
Logan shook his head, the crease deepening between his eyes. “Not a clue. But I know it’s not my parents nor my immediate family.” He sighed. “And I’d hate to think it’s anyone inside our Pack.”
My head snapped up. “How do you know?”
“Well, for one thing, everyone who knows me knows that I would kill whoever is behind the attacks, once I find them. No questions asked.” He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “But don’t worry. As soon as we get back, I’m going to make it a priority to find who sent the assassins.”