LOGAN
I watched her from across the room.
Nora.
She was standing by the window now, the sunlight washing over her hair, turning it into soft strands of gold. Her new dress, simple, light, and beautiful.
It fits her perfectly. She looked… free, she didn’t look like she was holding herself together by threads.
And Goddess, she didn’t even know how breathtaking she was.
“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice soft, unsure.
I crossed the room in a few steps and took her hands in mine. Her palms were warm, a little shaky. I lifted them, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles.
“I’m sure,” I said, steady and clear. “You are my mate. My Luna. It’s time the world knows that.”
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and for a second, she just stared at me, like she was waiting for the floor to fa
