Read Zeus's Pack 9: Rave for Free Online

that qualify as harming him?
    They sure as shit looked like they wanted to.
    “Don’t do that again,” Zeus said, his voice holding a pissed-off tone.
    “Or?” Logan challenged with a clip to his tone.
    “Do you really want to find out?” Zeus gritted through his teeth.
    He leaned over his desk, palms flat as his dark eyes ate Logan alive. If he had not been giddy over this newfound power, Logan would probably be wetting himself right about now. But unfortunately it had gone to his head, making him feel invincible.
    Rave slid in front of Logan, blocking his view of the alpha.
    “Now do you believe me, Logan?” the doctor asked from beside Eagle.
    Logan felt tired, a slight headache thumping in the back of his skull. He wasn’t feeling empowered any longer, but drained. “Yes.”
    “Seriously?” Cal asked as he jumped up from the leather sofa he had been sitting on. “You’re some kind of mind controller?”
    Why did the man make it sound like it was the coolest thing ever invented? Logan wasn’t sure he wanted this. Quite frankly, it scared the shit out of him. His body was losing the little high it had been riding, and now all he wanted to do was crash somewhere. He glanced around at the men in the room, trying to focus.
    “He’s drained and confused,” the doctor said as he approached Logan.
    Logan pressed his back into the wall, throwing his hands up to ward the man off. He tried to send out the message not to touch him, but the harder Logan tried to push the message into the doctor, the worse his head hurt.
    He was helpless.
    “All I want to do is examine you, Logan. I promise I’m not going to hurt you or try to perform any experiments.”
    Logan lowered his arms slowly, his eyes snapping over to Rave for help. There was no logic behind reaching out to Rave, but he seemed like the only one in the room who would oblige. Logan didn’t trust the doctor, and Cal was too busy looking starstruck at Logan.
    What a dweeb .
    He stood stock-still as the doctor shined the penlight in his eyes.
    Logan glanced over at Rave, making sure the man was at his side.
    There was nothing he could do but stand there and allow the man to check him. The doctor knew it. Logan knew it. He was helpless.
    “Your eyes are dilating, Logan.” The doctor lowered the penlight.
    “And?”
    “They should be restricting away from the light, not growing larger.”
    What did that mean?
    “Get some rest.” The doctor walked back over to the chart he had been reading when he first walked into the room, jotting something down.
    “I’ll show you somewhere comfortable you can rest.” Rave waved for Logan to follow him.
    “What about Cal?”
    Rave glanced back at the office. “Cal is fine. He’s a cat shifter.
    Max, the doctor, is a lion shifter. He won’t let anything happen to Cal.
    Besides, both of you are in the safest place you could be.”
    Logan wasn’t too sure he’d bet on that claim. The safest place he could think of was his mom’s.
    “There is also a jaguar shifter here as well. Cal will be safe.”
    Logan had no damn idea so many different species of shifters existed. He knew about Cal, and he knew about wolves, but lions and jaguars? Why didn’t he feel safer?

    * * * *
    Zeus sat back in his chair, looking exhausted. “Did he really just try to get us to let him walk out of the front door?”
    Max nodded. “And that was just a test. Can you imagine what he’ll be like when he fully comes into his powers?” As fascinated as Max was with the case, it was a sober reality. Logan was a loaded gun ready to go off. If the pack didn’t help the young man channel his ability, so many bad things could happen.
    Irreversible things.
    And Max for one didn’t want scrambled eggs for brains. He was a lion shifter, self-assured, strong, and confident, but the thought of having Logan at full power made even him take pause.
    “I think I need to fill Rave in on as much as I can. The more he knows about styre mentes , the