the time in the human world where he was a lawyer. Crime by passion. Spurned lovers becoming destructive and even murderous to their object of desire. Logan knew how much it hurt to be in the shoes of a spurned lover…before Breena had accepted his proposal… “Guess fairies aren’t too different than humans when it comes to love then,” Logan said.
“Guess so,” his father agreed. “That’s probably why it’s possible for fairies and humans, werewolves to fall in love with human women. We are so much alike in many ways.”
“You and mother, The Summer King and Breena’s mother…”
“You for Breena,” his father said. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You have always loved that girl. No amount of persuading can change that.”
“I know,” Logan said.
“But,” his father put his hands on both of Logan’s broad shoulders. “Sometimes you’ll have to let go. You’ll have to carry on, move on. You can love someone forever, but when it’s time to go, the greatest love that you can give someone is to move on, to live on. Breena would’ve wanted you to live on. To be free.” He laughed drily. “Of course you know that already.”
“I know that’s what Mom does for us,” Logan said. “It must be difficult for her with us here in Feyland all the time while she’s alone in Gregory.”
“But you know how your mother feels…” the Wolf King said. “Her life is in Gregory, Oregon. I love her enough to marry a human, but she is not fey, and she would be swallowed up in Feyland because of it.”
It was time for Logan to take charge. His mother needed his father back in the human world, and Logan was needed to lead the Wolf Fey. He looked at his father. “Go. Mom needs you right now. Whatever happens here, I’ll take care of it.”
His father nodded, looking deep into his eyes with confidence. “You’re in charge of the Wolf Fey now, son. Lead with your heart and what you think best.” Then he looked out onto the horizon where the sky met the sharp cliffs of the Great Gorge. “Logan, I know you prefer being human than wolf, but as the leader of the Wolf Fey, to survive in Feyland, we must tap into our wolf heritage.” He pointed to Logan’s tattoo, a Celtic design of a wolf head on a cross, stretched across Logan’s right shoulder, like his. The wolf head was of The Red Wolf, the first of the Wolf Fey, a shifter fairy who became a wolf. “Remember the Red Wolf,” the Wolf King said. “When our fey blood is restored, all wolves in Feyland would be as strong and powerful as the legendary Red Wolf.”
“Who was the Red Wolf?” Logan asked.
“The Wolf who drove the Dark Hordes into the Great Gorge, along with the Pixies, Winter Fey and Summer Fey…back in the Dark Ages of Feyland. He was all fairy blood thus holding the same magic and power as the Winter and Summer fairies…thus having the power of immortality. But he was lost in the last battle of the Gorge, buried along with the creatures of the Dark Hordes in the Great Gorge.”
“Dad, I know there’s a reason why you’re telling me this story…Feyland history, right?” Logan said. “But you’d better get going before the sun goes down and it gets late. Crossing the River is no easy task.”
“I trust the Wolf Fey would be in good hands,” his father said. With that, his father transformed into a large black and grey wolf that would make its way through the forests, through the mountains, and across the river into Gregory.
Logan watched his father run, powerful and strong as far as wolves go. Then he closed his eyes. He was strong for his father at the moment. He was strong for the Wolf Fey, but deep down inside, he was crying, his heart torn out, his body shook with exhaustion and worry. For days he had been trying to find tracks, traces of his love, but to no avail.
He let out a wail into the wilderness that shook the trees, causing Feyland birds to
“Guess so,” his father agreed. “That’s probably why it’s possible for fairies and humans, werewolves to fall in love with human women. We are so much alike in many ways.”
“You and mother, The Summer King and Breena’s mother…”
“You for Breena,” his father said. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You have always loved that girl. No amount of persuading can change that.”
“I know,” Logan said.
“But,” his father put his hands on both of Logan’s broad shoulders. “Sometimes you’ll have to let go. You’ll have to carry on, move on. You can love someone forever, but when it’s time to go, the greatest love that you can give someone is to move on, to live on. Breena would’ve wanted you to live on. To be free.” He laughed drily. “Of course you know that already.”
“I know that’s what Mom does for us,” Logan said. “It must be difficult for her with us here in Feyland all the time while she’s alone in Gregory.”
“But you know how your mother feels…” the Wolf King said. “Her life is in Gregory, Oregon. I love her enough to marry a human, but she is not fey, and she would be swallowed up in Feyland because of it.”
It was time for Logan to take charge. His mother needed his father back in the human world, and Logan was needed to lead the Wolf Fey. He looked at his father. “Go. Mom needs you right now. Whatever happens here, I’ll take care of it.”
His father nodded, looking deep into his eyes with confidence. “You’re in charge of the Wolf Fey now, son. Lead with your heart and what you think best.” Then he looked out onto the horizon where the sky met the sharp cliffs of the Great Gorge. “Logan, I know you prefer being human than wolf, but as the leader of the Wolf Fey, to survive in Feyland, we must tap into our wolf heritage.” He pointed to Logan’s tattoo, a Celtic design of a wolf head on a cross, stretched across Logan’s right shoulder, like his. The wolf head was of The Red Wolf, the first of the Wolf Fey, a shifter fairy who became a wolf. “Remember the Red Wolf,” the Wolf King said. “When our fey blood is restored, all wolves in Feyland would be as strong and powerful as the legendary Red Wolf.”
“Who was the Red Wolf?” Logan asked.
“The Wolf who drove the Dark Hordes into the Great Gorge, along with the Pixies, Winter Fey and Summer Fey…back in the Dark Ages of Feyland. He was all fairy blood thus holding the same magic and power as the Winter and Summer fairies…thus having the power of immortality. But he was lost in the last battle of the Gorge, buried along with the creatures of the Dark Hordes in the Great Gorge.”
“Dad, I know there’s a reason why you’re telling me this story…Feyland history, right?” Logan said. “But you’d better get going before the sun goes down and it gets late. Crossing the River is no easy task.”
“I trust the Wolf Fey would be in good hands,” his father said. With that, his father transformed into a large black and grey wolf that would make its way through the forests, through the mountains, and across the river into Gregory.
Logan watched his father run, powerful and strong as far as wolves go. Then he closed his eyes. He was strong for his father at the moment. He was strong for the Wolf Fey, but deep down inside, he was crying, his heart torn out, his body shook with exhaustion and worry. For days he had been trying to find tracks, traces of his love, but to no avail.
He let out a wail into the wilderness that shook the trees, causing Feyland birds to
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