Unseen (The Heights, Vol. 1) by Lauren Stewart Page A

into a mutt
once a month. But not around here because you couldn’t possibly want to go through the Big Change with any kind of
support system around you. No , we’re sending you to
Nowhere-Ville where you’ll get to hang out with No-One-You-Know for
we’re-not-going-to-tell-you-how-many weeks. Have fun. Don’t
write.’”
    “It sounds like fun.” And, honestly, Noah was
taking it better than Logan imagined anyone could.
    Noah laughed. “It sounds they left a couple
things out for a reason no one wants to share.”
    It didn’t make sense to Logan, either. He’d
picked up a bit about how the pack system worked from his were
clients, but nothing about Noah’s turning was in line with what he
knew. Packs were tight, took care of each other. Most were
families, but a lone wolf could join a pack if he was strong enough
to fight his way in. Since Noah’s first moon, he’d been jumped a
bunch of times and always won. But they still wouldn’t accept
him.
    “I hear Utah’s nice,” Logan said. “Can I
visit?”
    “Why would you want to?” Noah asked quietly,
stacking a box onto a tall line of similar boxes.
    “Because I can’t get enough of hanging out
with assholes who feel sorry for themselves.”
    “Fuck you, man,” he said with a laugh. “Do
you have any idea how often I hear you bitch about your uniform?”
Or lack thereof. But Logan knew Noah was joking. Because Logan
never talked about anything to do with work. In fact, there was
nothing Logan liked less than thinking about what he did for
a— Could he even call it a ‘living’? Thankfully, that would
all change once he was out of the box.
    He grabbed a couple pillows and tossed them
in. “So now that you’re a super…”
    “Yes, Logan. I get to go to all the cool
parties and sit at the grownup’s table. And yes, I will take you to
the next big party as my plus-one. But only if you fetch me snacks,
keep your hands to yourself, and don’t wear yellow.”
    “I’m supposed to fetch things for you ?
Do you know how many dog jokes I’m holding in right now?” He looked
down at his t-shirt. “And why can’t I wear yellow? I look good in
yellow.”
    “Who told you that?”
    He shrugged. “People.”
    “They were lying. You look like shit in...
Well, in basically everything.”
    “Are you trying to tell me you think I look
good naked? Because that’s gonna do nothing but make me
uncomfortable.”
    “Remind me again why I’m sad to be moving
out?”
    “Because you’re going to miss waking up to my
singing, the way I burn toast, and all my dog jokes.” He stacked a
box on another rapidly growing pile.
    “I could make plenty of jokes about how you
follow Addison around. Like an adorable little puppy.”
    “Addison?” Did he? News to him. “I don’t
think you’re one to be lecturing me about women.” Logan would miss
joking around with the idiot. They’d been doing it since they were
ten. “Even as a wolf, you have terrible taste in women.”
    “As a wolf, I have worse than terrible
taste in women. But present screw-up aside, I think you and I are
pretty even on that front.”
    Logan didn’t correct him—the guy had enough
to freak out about.
    After shoving the last batch of crap into the
storage unit, Noah took a deep breath. “That’s my whole fucking
life, Loge. My whole fucking life fits in a six-by-six foot space.
And it’s not even full. That’s not right. It’s not…” He looked
confused, overwhelmed, and nervous. Completely understandable.
    “The alpha is just pissed at you right now.
In a few weeks, he’ll get over it and tell you to come back to
enjoy the perks of being a super.”
    “You’re probably right.” He didn’t look
convinced. “And I plan on taking advantage of all of them.”
    “Except one.”
    “Which one?”
    “If for some reason I’m still in the box when
you get back, I’m not gonna fuck you and you’re definitely not fucking me. So don’t even let the question form on