Logan leaned against the wall with his arms crossed as he watched the girl they called Amanda. He could sense there was more to the situation than they were letting on. But if she could save Maddy, Logan didn't care what the case was.

His eyes narrowed as he watched the expression on the girl's face change three times in a matter of seconds.

"What did you find?" he asked as he pushed away from the wall and moved to the young girl.

Merida looked up in surprise when she heard the masculine voice. She forgot there was someone else in the room with her. "Oh, it's not what I thought it was. It's not what we are looking for," she explained as she tried to turn the page and move on.

Logan reached out and caught her hand before she could lose the page that the spell in question was on. He looked over the spell and was confused, "Looks like the right spell to me. What's wrong with it?"

"It's dark magic."

"And?"

"Dark magic always comes with a cost, and it's never good," Merida warned.

Logan shrugged; he didn't care what the cost was as long as they could heal Madeline. "Maybe we should ask her son. I'm sure he'd be willing to do the spell to save his mother."

"It's not his decision to make on this; it's Madeline's," she pointed out.

Logan's brows furrowed. "How is Madeline going to make a decision like that?" he asked and pointed in the direction where Madeline was lying down. "The poison has caused her to have hallucinations. There's no way she will agree to anything in the condition she's in at the moment."

"You ask her son all you want, but it's up to what Madeline wants. I can take you into her dreams and talk with her there," Merida offered.

Logan looked skeptically at the young girl in front of him. How could a girl so young know so much about the craft? Hadn't he heard that she was new to the craft? "Who are you?" he asked.

Merida sighed. She didn't want to have to explain her situation to a complete stranger.

"Her name is Merida, and she's a descendant from our coven," Vita answered. "She's very knowledgeable in the craft, and you can trust her."

Logan stood there staring at the girl sitting before him and was conflicted. He only had so much time left to save Madeline. Time was of the essence, and Logan didn't want to waste it on fighting who was right or wrong on the spell.

Merida looked at Vita with concern. She could tell Vita had been crying and was upset about something.

Vita and Gretchen both walked over to check the spell in reference that they were debating over. Vita looked up at Logan. "Merida's right. We do this spell, and someone else's life is replaced with Madeline's." Vita told him.

Logan ran his hands through his hair. He didn't care about the consequences; he just wanted Madeline.

"Logan," he heard Madeline moan out from the other room.

He rushed in to check on the woman he loved. "Maddy, I'm here," he told her as he held her hand.

Madeline shook her head as she tried to open her eyes. He could see that she was struggling and having a hard time trying to wake up. Logan shook his head, then looked up at the girls. "I know I'm going to regret this, but she said she could get me into Madeline's head to ask her." He said as he pointed to the younger girl, who was supposed to be Amanda.

Merida nodded her head as she stepped forward. "Give me your hand, close your eyes, and focus on Madeline," Merida directed.

Logan sighed and did what he was told. He took in a deep breath and focused all his thoughts on Madeline.

***

Hudson stepped through the portal, and his brows furrowed in question to where they were. "I thought we were supposed to be in the city. Where are all the lights?" Hudson asked.

Pemberly was just as confused. The glittering place was still lit up when he left to talk with Luna Cynthia. Pemberly almost didn't recognize the city without all its charm. "We are in Silver City; this isn't how it normally looks. Something must be wrong," Pemberly cautioned.

Hudson sniffed the air to see if he could catch his mate's scent. He found a faint amount of it and wanted to follow it, hoping to find Amanda.

"Are you sure you want to do that? We don't know where that might lead us to?" Pemberly questioned.

"What's your suggestion?" Hudson snarled.

Pemberly threw his hands up in surrender, not wanting to anger the Alpha before him. "Maybe try calling her or using your mind link?"

Hudson let out a menacing growl toward the small man. "You think I haven't tried? I've tried connecting with her since I knew she was gone. I'm going crazy not knowing where she is!" he yelled.

"I'm sorry I wasn't making accusations," Pemberly said as he pulled out his phone. He sighed when he noticed he had no reception for his phone. "Okay, maybe you were onto something."

Hudson huffed before returning and continuing to follow her scent. "Maybe you shouldn't second guess an Alpha; you might live longer."

Pemberly wanted to give a retort back but decided against it.

Hudson turned back and smirked at the winged man. He knew deep down it wasn't his fault for the anger that Hudson was experiencing. No, that was his mate's fault, and he couldn't wait to catch up with her to give his lovely wife a piece of his mind. It was always something with his mate; if it wasn't one thing, it was another. Hudson loved Amanda very much; he couldn't wait until the drama settled for a little while and they could enjoy being mates.

They were running out of time, though; it wouldn't be long before his father would want to retire and ask Hudson to step in as Alpha.

Hudson came to an intersection and stopped. He sniffed the air and the scent of fading quickly. He looked down at the wet ground and groaned. How was he going to find Amanda now? Hudson looked to the left before looking to his right; his wolf Artemis told him to keep going straight. He listened to his wolf.

"How do you know this is the right way?" Pemberly asked.

Hudson stopped dead in his place and clenched his fists. "Did you always question my mother's decisions?"

Pemberly flitted in front of the young wolf. "I'm not asking because I doubt your choices, but to hear your reasons for making those decisions," he explained.

Hudson unclenched his fists. "It's a feeling, I suppose, an instinct and my wolf. I trust my wolf to get me there."

Pemberly turned to fly in the direction Hudson was heading towards and responded, "Maybe you should trust your wolf and your instincts more often."

Artemis chuckled in Hudson's head as Hudson narrowed his eyes at his new winged friend and smirked.