"I was following yer trail," Logan replied. "Been doin' nothing else since y'all vanished. Found yer boy Bryan in pretty bad shape, but I hear he's fine now. Well. His body's healed, let's just say." That was rather long winded for the Canadian feral, but he was really stalling, avoiding her next statement. He heaved a long-suffering sigh before adding, "Guess I didn't much like what I found." His face was grim, as if willing her not to ask anything else about that, although he knew that if she did, he would not keep the truth from her. He shook his head at himself. Obviously, she already knew if she was talking smell. "They had yer scent all over 'em. I could smell yer blood on their hands. Guess I lost m'cool a time or two."
Or half a dozen, or ten. He'd lost count how many times he had given in to the despair and the wrath he had been holding inside since his girl had gone missing. And while he was being honest, he figured he took out some of his frustration over having Karr disappear from their lives. Logan wasn't proud of what he'd done, but he did not regret it either. Not this time. He was sending a message, morality and laws be damned. You touch one of mine, you're gonna pay in blood. He wanted all of the shady bastards behind all this experimenting and bullcrap to get wind of this message, loud and clear, so he hadn't really gone out of his way to cover his tracks in the sense of leaving claw marks and bodies in his wake. What he had been very careful with was making sure none of it could be traced back to the Haven.
"I ain't proud. Dun' want you to think what I did is okay, but it's done, and I ain't sorry," he kept going. "M'just glad yer all right. Are you all right?" This was so hard for Logan. If this were Karr, they'd already be on their way to a bar to get shitfaced. Or try, since Logan's healing factor made that a factual impossibility. But he wasn't about to take his girl brawling. What on earth did one do with a feral daughter?