When Blaze didn’t respond to a call to come for the meal of hot soup and grilled cheese sandwiches he’d prepared, Logan found him asleep on his side of the bed they shared when he stayed over.
“Blaze,” Logan whispered so as not to startle him.
Still no response. Even a firm shake on one of Blaze’s shoulders didn’t awaken him. Logan crossed his arms, hands cupping his elbows as he studied the man curved into himself. The almost fetal position stirred deep feelings in Logan’s soul.
He must be so tired—tracking me, almost being attacked by a strange alpha, then racing to get back to his pack without enough water.
The need to smooth Blaze’s furrowed brow with his thumb surprised him, but Logan had rarely seen this calm, capable man worried, almost broken. Curled as tightly as he was, Blaze
