"Freddie..." Tears escaped Laura's eyelids. "Stop! We need to go back for Nicholas! He promised to take me to see my son!", she roughly pulled at Logan's fur, causing him to whimper in response.
Now that he had heard the woman on his back speak properly, he could pin the voice and scent together. "You," he growled, abruptly halting in his tracks.
The sudden stop caused Laura to fall off his back, rolling several times until she eventually hit a rock, groaning in pain.
Logan looked down at her, his ears perked forward, before quickly turning around to look at their surroundings. A sandstorm was coming from the direction they'd been heading. How had he not noticed it sooner?
"Bloody hell!" Logan muttered, deciding to hold back his questioning on how she survived drowning five years ago
