Logan's POV
Liam exhaled heavily as we watched her walk away, the girl who'd captured both our hearts. I knew exactly how he felt—because I felt it too. After everything that happened last night, the pull to be near her had only intensified. Still, pride swelled in our chests as we watched her throw herself into helping our pack. Her dedication was admirable, a testament to her strength and heart.
Dragging a hand through my tousled brown hair, I tried to steady the turmoil brewing inside me. A part of me wanted to storm back in, sling her over my shoulder like some Neanderthal, and take her straight to bed. But that urge was all wolf. The man in me—the rational one—was beginning to understand something crucial: our girl had a fire in her, a fiercely independent will we needed to respect
