NORA
Logan was gone.
I could still feel his presence, even though he wasn’t here. His scent, lingered in my mind. His voice still echoed in my ears, soft yet firm, the way he always spoke when it was just the two of us.
I sat up in bed, my heart heavy, my fingers clutching the blanket as I stared at the door. I had told myself I wouldn’t think about him. That I wouldn’t let my emotions get the best of me.
But it was too late.
My mind betrayed me, replaying every moment we had shared, the long talks, the stolen glances, the way his hand brushed against mine like he belonged there.
Sylvester had always been my mate, the one I was supposed to be with. I had fought for him, waited for him, bled for him.
But now, all I wanted was Logan.
I let out a shaky breath and leaned back against
