AN: Hey guys! Yeah, I know, I'm late as hell. BUT here's a new chapter! Its short, but I think I'm getting back into the Howl-swing. I'm working on the next chapter right now, so let's see how it goes ;D

Anything you guys want to see as side-shenanigans and such, lemme know. I need some random funny happenings. I feel like there's too much focus on Kendall and Logan, while James and Carlos haven't gotten anything yet! Poor babies...but soon enough they'll get their super spotlight ;)

Kendall POV

When did I fall asleep? Whatever.

I still felt Logan's body heat on my side, hot and comforting; his hand was still intertwined in my fur loosely. I sighed happily, "Ruff," oops, still a wolf. No matter. I nestled up to Logan more, wanting him to continue his petting, when I heard a little snore/snort.

"Ngh, Kndull…" he moaned sleepily, a little bit of drool on the corner of his mouth, hair ruffled. He was the most adorable kid I had ever met. How can one person be that adorable?

I whined at him, he needed to get up and into bed or else he'd have a horrible neck kink by tomorrow. "Yeah yeah I get it. Bed."

"Bark!"

"Quiet! Bitters doesn't allow pets remember?"

I growled. I'm no freaking pet. Imma alpha werewolf, bitch. I stuck my doggie tongue out at him.

"Yeah, that's real mature." He yawned, "Let's go to bed, shall we? We have one more day of being James-and-Carlos free. I want to spend it with you…somewhere. Dunno where yet. We'll figure it out tomorrow."

Logan got up begrudgingly and flipped the TV off. He stumbled into our shared room as I trotted along behind. I hopped onto my bed and snuggled under the blankets.

As always, Logan was always eventually right. I now curse the day I bought those damned satin sheets. They slid right off of me because of the fur.

"Kendall, jus' c'mere. You're gonna be messin' with that all night, so you might as well sleep 'ere." Logan spoke drowsily; half wrapped up in is five comforters. A chance to cuddle with Logan? No way was I passing that up. But those blankets were going to get hot.

He lifted up the thick blankets as I leaped over from my bed to his, sliding a little from my sheets. "C'mere, you…"

As Logan pulled me up against him and ruffled the fur on my head, the world seemed to right itself.

Logan sighed. "Yer lucky you don' smell doggy, or you'd be outta luck."

XXX

I sighed in content as my mind awoke. Memories of the last few days flooded my brain.

Logan was perfect. His slow breath puffed against my furred neck as he dreamt soundly. Logan's sweet wild berry lavender scent stronger than ever in the morning as he snuggled to my side. I quickly morphed back, thanking god that this change wasn't as painful. Logan stirred slightly, so I turned and pulled him closer, nuzzling his hair. He smelled so good. But, he lacked my smell. Which he needed to stay safe.

That's when my brain hatched the perfect idea.

"Hey Logie," I hummed to him, "Logie Bear? Wake up, Logie, we need to talk."

"Ngghhcantitwait?" Drowsy Logan was cute. His fingertips tickled down my chest, making me shiver. Then his eyes snapped open, going from asleep to wide awake within a second, practically drooling. "Thenagain.."

"I have two things to tell you." I rumbled, still nuzzling my nose to his soft locks.

His eyebrow arched, still staring at my chest. "That is?"

"One, you're my boyfriend. Two, I need my scent on you."

XXX

Logan POV

A-what was happening?

I looked up into those, still electric, green eyes. I scanned them for any wrinkle/flicker/flinch that could mean this was all a big ole fashioned joke. There was none.

"K-Kendall…"

"I know you want me. I'm not stupid. I also know you care. You care for me as much as I—my family does." Total sincerity brightened his eyes. "Hell, Logan…you are family. But…I don't think of you as a brother, either. You're…more to me." I felt a large hand on my cheek, stroking delicately. And what was…that is not his leg. Or his hand. Or a misplaced microphone. I felt my cheeks heat up.

I tried concentrating, "Kendall…you mean more to me, too…"

Kendall growled, a deep possessive sound, "Kiss me, Logie." He said as he laced his fingers in my hair and pulled me to him, but he only brought me so close. He wanted me to take the final step. Insecurity flickered in his irises.

I went to him.

My heart constricted so tightly I thought it was gonna burst, each beat threatened to rip the seams of my sanity. I've waited for this moment for my whole life, and it didn't disappoint. His arms wrapped around me, one hand settling on my neck and the other around my waist; holding me tightly to him, like I'd be snatched away in an instant if he lessened his grip for even a second. Kendall's lips were firm and delicious, and as he swiped his tongue over my lips, I gladly opened up. He tasted like he smelled.

Honey and vanilla.