Fourteen.

Logan’s POV

I had no idea who this red headed bimbo was, but she certainly seemed to know me. Though her scent was off putting. She wasn’t a wolf, she wasn’t human.

“Who are you?” I demand. I didn’t have time for this bitch, where was Lana? Where was my mate?

She rises from the chair, standing nearly as tall as me. I couldn’t help but run my eyes over her. I may not know who she is but I do know a good looking woman when I see one.

“Now, now Mr Lonecrown. You don’t need to know the smaller details. Stay away from Lana.”

Her confidence was on par with my own. She knew full well what I was and yet she wasn’t afraid. Maybe it was because she didn’t know who I was.

Leaning in close, I feel her body stiffen. Maybe she wasn’t that confident after all.

“No one tells me what to do.”

She looks at me from the corner of her eye, pressing her plump red lips into a thin line. She was doing everything to keep herself under control.

“Now where is Lana?”

A bead of sweat forms on the side of her fac