Free Zeus's Pack 9: Rave by Lynn Hagen Page B

against the wall, looking just as green as Dorm felt. “They were high school sweethearts. Rick would have never killed Sarah.”
    That left only one explanation.
    “Aba is taunting us, telling us with these bodies that we can’t catch him, stop him,” Jesse said through gritted teeth. He kept looking at the husband, as if by sheer will the man could make his friend stand up and be alive again.
    “We have to catch him. I have a feeling the body count is going to rise if we don’t.” The smell of death was thick in the air as Dorm found himself swallowing again. He needed fresh air. “I have to call this in.”
    Jesse shook his head as his deputies began to fill the home. He spotted Rave, Logan, and Tony coming through the front door, looking a little sick as they spotted the bodies on display for all to see the gruesome details. “Can it wait? We have a lot more going on here than I care for the FBI to know about.”
    “Like?” Dorm asked as he moved aside for the crime scene photos to be taken. The click of the camera somehow made everything around him sharper, more focused, and a hell of a lot bloodier.
    Dorm really did need some fresh air.
    “I’ll leave that up to Agent Monroe to explain things to you,”
    Jesse said before leaving his side.

    * * * *

    Logan ran back outside after spotting the dead bodies cut up like a bloody roast at Sunday dinner. He bent over the bushes under the front window and threw up. Never in his life had he seen a dead body, so why did the first one have to be so damn gruesome?
    His eyes watered and his stomach clenched as he spit out the last of his stomach contents and then wiped his mouth. Logan held his stomach, feeling anger and rage building inside of him. Those people did not deserve to die, and for what, to taunt the cops? For Aba to prove he could do it? Logan felt ripples of power racing through his veins, pushing out toward everyone around him as his anger mounted, boiling like hot lava down the side of a mountain. He kept envisioning the couple inside, probably begging for their lives, begging for each other’s lives.
    His vision blurred as power he’d never felt before began to take shape, mold around him, and push itself out like an exploding lightbulb. Logan gritted his teeth as he willed Aba to die, to suffer the way the couple had.
    He heard someone cry out, then another, but Logan was consumed with rage. It ate at his gut like a starving monster inside of him.
    “No!”
    Logan was tackled, his head hitting the grass underneath him as the feelings growing inside of him began to unravel, dissipate. His world swam out in front of him, taking Logan to a place he had never seen before, gripping him in its tight embrace.
    “Come back to me, Logan.”
    Logan fought against the darkness, fought against the need to right everything, everyone, to make them into what he thought they should be.
    “Logan, come back to me.”
    Logan felt the gentle caress of the dark, begging him to stay, begging him to make the ugly pretty, the wrong right. He cried out, fighting the dark grip that pulled at him, surrounding him with a false sense of comfort and warmth.
    It was a lie. The darkness wanted to use him, to claim him for its own bestial needs. Logan wasn’t going willingly. Not today.
    “Logan!”
    Logan struggled to breathe, fought to come back to Rave, to Tony.
    He wasn’t sure why those two were his main focus, but he clung to them, pressed against their images as the dark curtain gradually began to lift, slowly allowed him to leave.
    His eyes sprung open as he took a long breath into his lungs. His eyes burning and his heart racing, Logan saw Rave and Tony beside him, clinging to him.
    “This side,” Rave said as his brown eyes peered down at Logan. “You will always walk on this side, with me, with us.”
    Logan whimpered when Tony’s hand caressed the side of his face, bringing him warmth that wasn’t false, wasn’t a lie. He was lying on the ground, his eyes to