Logan’s POV
My wolf was so pleased about that laugh that I had to shut him down immediately.
He’d been doing this all afternoon. Finding things to be satisfied about.
The way she’d stopped fighting when I carried her. The way she’d taken the painkillers without arguing a second time. The way she’d looked at her own hand like it was something new and worth knowing.
Now the laugh, and he was practically rolling over.
I needed him to stop.
Because every time he found something to be pleased about, I found something to ruin it, and I could feel one coming now. The need to create distance. To remind both of us where we stood. I had spent two weeks keeping her at arm’s length, and one afternoon in this room had undone most of it, and my wolf didn’t care; he wanted to stay here, he wanted
