Gwen gasped and sprang up; her chest rose and fell in rough pants. Her hands flailed out to her sides, reaching for Logan and grabbing sheets, before a pair of rough hands touched her face.
“Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm right here." Logan brought her gaze to his with a concerned expression. “It's alright."
Her mouth ran dry, and she gripped at her throat, trying to swallow and finding it difficult to. Logan quickly brought his wrist to his lips, parting them to sink his fangs into his flesh. He went to press it to her lips, and she shoved his arm away.
“You're thirsty. You must drink," Logan kept his phrases short, searching her gaze and letting his dripping wrist stain the sheets.
The sweet and metallic scent of his blood sang to her, causing her brown eyes to shift to a stunning raspberr
