Logan's pov
Darkness enveloped me, cold and unforgiving. Each heartbeat was a struggle, each breath a battle. I could feel the life draining from me, and my vision began to dim.
And there she was, my mate, Freya, racing toward me with terror in her eyes. But my body failed me, and I slumped to the ground, consumed with anger and helplessness at not being able to protect her.
Then…nothing.
Darkness, cold and unrelenting, as my body surrendered to its fate.
"Logan!" I heard her sweet, gentle voice as her hands cradled my face. They'd used black magic and wolfsbane to weaken me, and I was filled with rage at the thought. Through the corner of my eye, I saw a vicious wolf racing toward us, bloodlust glinting in its eyes.
Every instinct told me to warn Freya to flee, but she
