Hazel's POV
As we parted, my gaze drifted to him and my lips parted in shock, his eyes glittered silver and his powerful jaw set. “Logan,” I reach out gently and swallow my fear. By this point, my hand had found its way to his broad chest.
"Haz...Hazel?" Even though he stuttered a bit, his voice was still hoarse when he called my name and I answered immediately.
My eyes didn't leave him for a minute, then I realized he looked like he was holding his breath.
"Logan!" I tried to call him, "are you listening to me?" I tossed him a question with slightly raised eyebrows. "H…Haz…Hazel." This time he growled loudly, as if he was fighting hard with his wolf for control. Then I realized his hand was slowly turning into claws and I swallowed. But I knew I had to stop him before it was too la
