Figured out

Emily let out a yelp as she was pulled into her room. She caressed her wrist and feigned upset. ”Any tighter and you would’ve broken my arm.”
The truth was that she was exhilarated. When she saw Logan standing off to the side, she is worried that something was wrong with him. And then as if Brooke herself had smacked her head, it dawned on her. Logan was jealous. That was a win in her books. Men only acted jealous if they cared for someone.
The man in question stared her down, hard. In a different situation, she may have been frightened. There it just increased the butterflies in her stomach.
“you look a little green Logan are you okay? We would not want the alpha getting sick, you have a lot of people to protect.” She paused, “People like Otis.” His jaw hardened.
“What was he doing here?”
“He came to check up on me. He told me he’s the reason you found me. I had to say my thanks, if it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be alive; I owe him my life.” His green eyes flickered to a fiery gold. The only other time she’d seen that color, he was setting ghouls ablaze or ripping into them. As much as they made her toes curl, she wasn’t sure she wanted them pointed in her direction. Maybe she was taking it too far.
“if you were indebted to anyone it would me, Emily.” His voice drawled powerful and so smooth she melted. If Brooke felt this way with each of her conquests, then Emily understood her need for more.
“How would you like me to pay that debt, Alpha Logan” She whispered, her tongue darting out to moisten her dry lips. His eyes followed the action. He stood briefly and then took two steps toward her. Emily’s heart pounded in her chest as his head came down towards her, his eyes revealing his need to possess, and then he paused,
Emily rose to her toes and angled her head up eyes fluttering. The few seconds felt stretched into long excruciating hours. Please kiss me, she thought in her head.
“by not getting into more situations I have to save you from.” He said and lifted his head. With a blink, his eyes returned to their mesmerizing green. “That’s how you pay the debt.”
Emily blushed as she returned to her normal height. “I’ll try my best,” she told him indignantly. And walked towards her bed where she sat knees raised with her father’s journal resting on her knees.
“What did you want?” she asked with her head down.
“I came to tell you that we figured out a pattern in Finn’s attacks.” He had gained her interest. “in the other cities he attacked, we have the werewolves, who were stored in the well in the woods. Some were killed of course, but the majority of people who died, we thought were human, your father included.”
“Go on” Emily urged.
“the question you asked me earlier about the other weres came to mind. I suppose you obtained that information from his journal?”

“Yeah, I saw a few drawings showing some of the creatures-though they looked like regular animals to me, I assume they’re just bigger.”
“Yes, my point is, that your question made it easier to connect the dots. The other people killed weren’t humans, they were weres- they were at least. But Finn somehow knows the locations of other creatures and has been destroying their packs, one at a time. The cover-ups that are happening are to keep his activities private, a pack wouldn’t know something was up till he was in their city, laying them to waste.”
“That’s plausible.” His theory seemed to work so far. “So my dad was just collateral?”
Logan’s face faltered. “I wouldn’t say that. The knowledge your dad possessed, his journal, he knew the old language. Which means he’s a really old wolf. I should have figured that part out, considering he looked old, it takes more than a hundred years before we even look thirty… she peered up at him. He didn’t look a day over twenty, the only thing that spoke of maturity was the way he carried himself. She stopped herself from asking how old he was. That was a conversation for another time. Her dad was old?
“Have you started reading? Did you find anything interesting?”
She shook her head. She had skipped the first paragraph, which was his message to her mom. She just finished reading the second, one he titled ‘to our million kids’. It just told her what she already knew. He loved them and was proud of them no matter what. She’d spent the past twenty-two years hearing it from his mouth. It was nice reading I thought. immortalized forever. She told Logan as much.
“And then you got distracted by your new friend.” He concluded.
“And then you! We can just ask my mom, she had it for a while before she gave it to me. “
He marched out and she had to rush to catch up with him. He was angry again, but Emily didn’t feel like figuring out why. He rasped on the door to her mother’s door sharply and she glared at him.
“it’s me, mom. Are you in there?”
“I am honey, can you come back another time?” she asked softly, through the door. Logan shook his head.
“It’s really important, just for a few seconds.” There was no sound on the other side, and then she heard feet shuffling towards the door. It opened a crack and Emily saw her mother’s face.
“Oh my God, Mom are you okay?” she pushed the door open and enveloped her in a hug. “You’ve been crying?” it wasn’t a question that needed answering. Her impeccable mother’s room was in a mess, used and clean tissues on the bed. Logan stepped in also.
“Oh Emily, you didn’t tell me you were with someone else.” She wiped at her face with her hand and surveyed the room. “I’m sorry that it is such a mess. I’ll have it cleaned up as soon as possible.
“It’s of no importance, Mrs Dawson. Emily felt horrid. Her mother had been cooped up in the room since their arrival. She had just assumed she needed her space to unwind, with the whole kidnapping incident, and then the book. She thought this would be good. A break from all the work, she didn’t think that with all the free time left, all her mother had to occupy her was her mind. She led her slowly to the settee where she soothed her.
“What was important that you wanted to see me about?” Emily looked reluctantly at Logan who remained quiet. It was up to her if she still wanted to tell her mom.
“It’s about the journal, we need to know if there was any mention of ghouls or someone that could control them.”
“I’m sorry but I can’t be of help on that note even if I wanted to.” Emily stroked her back as she sniffled. “I could only get past his first entry. After that, I couldn’t read anything else. It just felt too much, too real. Maybe some part of me believed he was coming back, being with that book, reading it-it…”
Emily hugged her mother as she sobbed quietly. For the first time since her father’s death, the roles were reversed.
“I’m sorry for bothering you, Mrs. Dawson.” Logan bowed and left the room. Leaving Emily to comfort her sobbing mother.