Logan checked the sleeping figure of his father to make sure that the old man wasn't dead. That fit had been scary; Logan had begun to think that the man was going to pass on, hence his acting sane for a few minutes.

But why did his father's word tie so perfectly with everything that has been going on in his life? His father had been holed up in this room for so many years. There was no way he could know about things that had been going on around the pack.

Itwas as though his father's words were godsent, as though the Goddess was trying to sound him a personal warning and she did it from somewhere he wasn't expecting so that he would listen. 

He sighed and walked back to the couch he was sitting on before. His mind wandered to the tattoo links between his mate, his late mother and the captive. He closed his eyes, wondering how one person could have this kind of rotten luck like him.

A crushing feeling of hopelessness engulfed him and he felt goosebumps race up his arms. He had never felt this sad and hopeless since his mother died, not even when Kylie and his other pack members was killed. It was as though the universe was against him in every way. 

The Goddess blessed him with a mate even though he was fiercely against giving himself wholly to anyone. After several months of denial on his part, he finally began to feel something for her, only to realise that she might be somehow linked to the deaths of the members of his pack. And his mother might have been a part of a dangerous rogue wolf group before her death. 

Logan groaned and put his head in his hands, feeling tears fall down his cheeks. This was the only place he could cry in peace. Everyone looked at him as the alpha and imagined that he should be strong and emotionless, but at this point he was just human. He wanted to be just human without the added burden of alphahood.

He let himself shed the tears without restriction. And after the tears stopped, so did the feeling of hopeless pain that was choking him. He raised his head from his hands and stood up, walking towards the adjacent bathroom. Once there he washed the tears from his eyes and stared at the overhead mirror. His eyes were red and bloodshot, his face pale and his lips chapped and peeling. He looked defeated.

But despite his outer look was in shambles, he felt a strong resolution and a strange peace inside of him. He knew what to do now; his path was clear. He would find out everything about the rogue wolves and unravel the answers to his burning questions. He knew that the revelation of the tattoos and their owners was only a tip of the iceberg and there was more to the story than meets the eye.

So with that strong resolve in his heart, he dried his face on the bathroom towel and walked out of the bathroom. Before he left the room he took one last look at his father snoring lightly on the bed. The man looked so peaceful, more peaceful than Logan had seen him in a long while, probably since his mate died.

"I'll find the answers to this dad, I won't disappoint you, I promise." He whispered under his breath, then walked out of the room.

His first thought was to go to the library dedicated to alphas. It had been his to use ever since the role of alpha had been passed to him. It also contained the catalogues and journals of past alphas. Logan knew he would find what he was looking for there.

And so Logan went to the Library of Alphas. He opened the double oak doors and they creaked as he walked in. The doors were as old as the books behind them, wrinkled and spotted with age. He slowly closed the door behind him so as not to create any more noise, then walked further into the room.

The whole library smelled of age and mildew. Logan sniffed appreciatively and looked around. He hadn't been here since he was a little child, when he used to come in and disturb his parents' reading time. In fact, he hadn't been in here since his mother died. She used to be an avid reader, a woman who could get lost in a good book within minutes. He smiled to himself as he remembered what his mother had told him once, that she never saw the need to make real life friends because she had all the friends she needed within the pages of a book.

Now the chair and desk that his father used to sit on had been covered with a plastic wrapper because it had not been used in a while. Logan walked towards it and raised one corner of the wrapper, peeking underneath and causing a lot of dust to blow around.

He dropped the wrapper and walked to the window behind the desk, opening the blinds that covered it and letting in a bit of sunlight. Then he turned from the windows and faced the first book shelf that he saw. He brought out all the books on the shelf and poured them on the floor, then sat on the ground beside them. He opened the first book and quickly skimmed through it. When he didn't see anything he went to the second; on and on he went until he had flipped through all the books on the floor and he hadn't found any useful information. 

He stood up from the ground and looked around the library, deciding to be more deliberate with his search. The book shelves in the library were set side by side, each with a tag that indicated the type of books on it. Logan walked past books on wolfsbane and Lycan history, finally settling with a shelf on which were books on the journals of past alphas of the pack.

Logan picked up one large tome whose pages were falling apart with moisture. Its title read: "The History Of Alphas Of The West: A Brief Summary." He gently pried the damp pages apart and tried to read the printed words but the pages were too damaged to make out the words. 

He flung the book aside and picked up another one, his heart beating frantically and his nerves on edge. He started to feel the taste of fear in his mouth; that ashy tang of trepidation. He wasn't even sure of what he was looking for. All he knew was that he needed to find an answer to all of this before it drove him completely crazy.

He threw the second book aside and took up another one, quickly flipping through its pages too. By this time he was full-on scared. What if he never found the answers? What if the rogues continued to attack until there was no more wolves left in his pack? What would they say about him, that he was the alpha during whose reign half the population of the lycans were killed? 

The fear inside of him pushed him to pack an armful of books and walk towards the desk and chair on the other side of the room. He dumped the books on the table and sat on the chair, staring at them with determination. He would finish this library tonight if it meant getting to the root of the matter.