Liam's POV
“Logan!” I shouted, startling him awake.
“What the hell, Liam?” he grumbled, still half-asleep, blinking in confusion at the empty bed in front of him. It took a moment for his mind to catch up with what his eyes were seeing.
“She’s gone!” I snapped, panic lacing every word. That got his attention.
“What do you mean she’s gone?” he barked, throwing off the covers and leaping to his feet. “Maybe she just went to her room. All her stuff’s still there—she might’ve wanted a shower.”
“Maybe,” I said reluctantly, “but what if she isn’t there? What if she regrets last night? Maybe we pushed too hard… too fast.” My voice fell, laced with defeat. “What if she left us?”
A low growl rumbled from Logan as his wolf surfaced, flashing briefly in his eyes. They glazed over—he was doing w
