Finding My Pack by Lane Whitt

poking through my shirt. Oh no, Logan can probably see that too. I want to crawl into a hole and die.
     
      A finger comes up under my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his pools of blue. Logan's face is serious, intense. He uses his finger to tug my bottom lip from my teeth. We stare at each other for seconds or hours, I can't tell. My brain shuts down and my mouth takes over.
     
      "I used your toothbrush!" I practically yell at him. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that. Reed kissed me and I couldn't think, but actually that was after I kissed him. On accident. I think. I also used Tristan's razor when I showered in there the other day. I didn't know I was going to end up staying here and now I feel bad about it. And I feel bad about using your toothbrush as well I...I just…I have no idea why I did that! Then I stare at you like. Like you..." I can't breathe! I'm getting hysterical and I'm not even sure why.
     
      Logan looks a mixture of amused, angry, shocked, and confused all at once. It's an interesting look on him. He finally bursts out laughing and my hands fly to my face to hide the embarrassing tears that choose this moment to fall. He pulls me into a hug. Wrapping his arms around me and rocking us side to side while petting my hair.
     
      "It's okay Kitten. Shhh. You're okay. I don't care that you used my toothbrush or that you looked at me. Tristan won't care that you used his razor either; he probably put it in there for you. Everything is okay." I sob into his chest. It's been forever since I truly cried and now I can't stop it.
     
      Logan scoops me up in his arms and carries me to bed. Tucking me in and climbing behind me. It feels soothing to have his strong form wrapped around me. Natural even. My smaller body fits into his perfectly. With one of his legs thrown over mine, his arm wrapped around my waist and his lips pressed to the crown of my head, I have never felt safer. He holds me like this while I cry myself to sleep.

Seven
     
    M y eyes fly open, hearing a deep growl. I move to get up but am trapped by an arm around my waist, holding me tightly to a firm body behind me. My heart rate picks up until I remember that it's Logan. We're still in the same position as we fell asleep. I blush furiously and rock back and forth slightly, trying to wake him.
     
      "Logan...let go," I say in a hoarse whisper.
     
      Remy stomps over to Logan's side of the bed and smacks his bare back. He must have been the one making that noise. The arm around me disappears and Logan jumps up, looking mad as all get out. His eyes fall on Remy, standing with his massive arms crossed over his chest. Logan visibly deflates and smirks at him. The bigger man rolls his eyes and turns to me.
     
      "Time to get up, we leave in a half hour." With that, he walks out of the room, leaving the door open.
     
      Logan walks out of the closet, fully clothed and carrying a pair of sneakers. "These should do until we get you some of your own. Hurry up so I can do something with all that hair of yours."
     
      "Can you put it in a ponytail today?" I ask, still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
     
      He makes a face. "Sure, why?"
     
      "Because everyone is always tucking my hair behind my ears. I don't think they like it very much." I say, thinking about how much my hair must annoy them.
     
      Logan laughs so hard he doubles over. "Sure Kitten, I'll pull it back for you, but I don't think they do it because of that." He manages to say after his laughing fit.
     
      I reluctantly leave the bed and follow Logan to the bathroom after I've tried the shoes on as tight as I could. I feel like a clown in them, like I'm about to trip and fall. Logan brushes my hair quickly and oddly enough he had a hair-tie. After he's finished spraying my hair with something, he walks to the counter, picking up his toothbrush. I look to the floor, remembering my horrible outburst last night. Logan runs it under the water, squeezing out some