Logan's Rattler by A. Jarrett (best books for 20 year olds txt) 📕

dangerous?” He nodded. “Well this is part of it. There’s a lot of evil in the world who would like to see us fail in our mission of protecting innocents. They’re not above attacking our human mates or their friends and families. If it could possibly hurt us, then Dark Warriors wouldn’t think twice about doing it.”

“That’s insane.” Logan braced his hand against his forehead trying to ward off the headache crushing his skull. “Just because I’m with you, they would want to destroy my business? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Logan, if the Warriors of Dark kill you, it weakens Finn and therefore makes ending his life a piece of cake,” Lawson said bluntly.

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“What?” Logan stood stock-still looking at his mate. His ability to breathe had ceased to work, and his hands trembled slightly. These men talked of death and killing like it was normal, but it wasn’t in the world where Logan lived.

“You asshole!” Finn shouted. “I hadn’t told him that part.”

“So it’s true?” Logan’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes. Being mated has connected our souls, so if anything happens to you, I’d be rendered helpless. The loss of a mate is like someone ripping out your heart. Most who survive that loss are altered. They’re never the same. So either way I’d be a dead man walking because living without you isn’t possible.”

Logan fell into Finn’s embrace as soon as the man’s strong arms encompassed him. What Finn said made sense. After only knowing him for a short time, Logan knew that he couldn’t go on without Finn either.

“Come on, you guys, let’s go.” Lawson opened the door, and Logan let Finn lead him outside.

Finn kept darting his eyes over to his mate, trying to gage the level of trauma his mate was suffering through. He couldn’t decide what was worse for Logan, his business being broken into or knowing that the vows till death do us part took on a whole new meaning now that they were mated.

He wanted to punch Lawson for his tactless way of informing the man he loved of the severity of the bond they shared. Most paranormals lived many years. Some never died. But being a Warrior of the Light made him a target regardless of what rank he was within the council. They were the good guys, and good and evil would forever be fighting one another to gain the upper hand.

The sign signaling their turnoff came within view. Lawson followed Finn’s directions to L&L Coffee Stop. Police cars with their

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flashing lights were like a beacon guiding their way. The sun had yet to rise to its fullest height, so there was still a shadow of night blanketing the quiet street.

Lawson parked around the side of the building, and they all got out and walked the short distance toward the entrance. Broken glass lay scattered out all along the front sidewalk in front of the store. Finn couldn’t believe his eyes when they stood facing L&L Coffee Stop.

The calm and inviting store looked like a wrecking ball had been set loose on the inside.

“Dear god!” Logan gasped as he stepped carefully around the broken glass. Finn shot out his hand to steady his mate when he lost his footing. “It’s destroyed.”

“Logan.” Leo ran up to Logan and hugged him tightly. “The sheriff wants to talk to you, too.”

Logan looked over to him, and Finn nodded his head. He watched his mate walk over to where the sheriff stood taking notes. Leo rubbed Logan’s back while the police questioned him. Knowing his mate was safe for the moment, Finn looked around the busted-up store.

All the front windows were smashed in. Tables and chairs laid in pieces on the floor. Every cabinet behind the counter had been ripped from its hinges. Nothing in the store looked identifiable. Whoever did this was trying to send a message.

“Do you smell that?” Lawson asked quietly as he came to stand beside Finn.

Finn took a deep breath then flicked out his tongue to taste the air.

A woodsy pine scent mixed with animal fur filled the air. Had they not been shifters, they wouldn’t have picked up on the combined odors. Finn knew those scents. Werewolves.

“Yep, and