UNCONTROLLED FEELINGS

LOGAN 

Logan was in his study room with his glasses on, going over so documents that needed to be addressed when the door to his office suddenly opened. 

"Alpha Logan, I knew I would find you here."

"What is the matter?"

"Matter of fact, it's something really strange which you really need to know about. "

"Okay?"

"The lady who was beaten to a pulp yesterday."

Logan raised his head up to meet his beta's gaze. 

"What about her?"

"Heard you sent her a live rabbit. May I know why you did that?"

"You heard?" Fuck! Can those prison guards spend a day without saying things that doesn't really concern them?

"Well , i did?"

"And why did you?"

"Why did i what?"

"Sending a live white rabbit, unlike the rest of them who were given dead ones."

"Are you asking because you don't know?"

"Uh... that's confusing, is there something I should know?"