Logan
Time seemed to stop for moment, as if a higher power wished me to take a last glimpse at my life—the last second before death came down upon me.
A death brought by the hands of my mate.
My body was frozen on the spot, unable to move even an inch. I could only stare wide-eyed at Liora as her face basically changed, her features transformed into one of a hideous creature, pure and unaltered hatred exuded by it. The newfangled expression screamed vileness and the pool of darkness that was now her right eye seemed to stare right at my soul—hungry, famished dark eyes.
It was a thing so abominable that I knew in that instant whatever that thing was, it could never be Liora.
Not the one we all knew.
It was something using her body, taking over her actions. Controlling her. And this
