Chapter 15Approaching the house on foot that afternoon, Blaze saw a car parked next to his, and he smiled when he realized Logan had bought a car. He examined it, nodding when he saw snow tires and a model with all-wheel drive and art supplies in the back seat. The side door into the house was ajar. Logan must be bringing out more supplies to take to his new place.
Blaze pushed through the storm door and walked into the mudroom, shutting the outer door behind him because it was never a good idea to leave a door open where a wild animal could wander in uninvited.
“I’m home,” he called.
No response. He sniffed. No smell of the hot meal he expected, and the house was cold, so Logan hadn’t baked or cooked. In fact, it was also quiet. Too quiet. As he pushed the door into the kitchen wider,
