Chapter Sixteen
Logan’s POV
My feet usher me up the stairs in a frenzy, with my mind roaming all over the place. I faintly hear Anne calling me back while I trudge ahead, intent on getting to Trina. It makes no sense. I specifically told her to stay back in her room until Jake came to see her. What was she doing outside?
Not bothering with formalities or courtesy, I push the door open and walk in briskly, meeting Jake standing right beside the door, an awkward silence hovering around. My gaze falls on Trina and I mumble a string of curses as I swallow instinctively, my wolf raging inside of me. Moving to the side of the bed, I pull the quilt off it and toss the thick fabric over her body. I look at Jake, who decidedly stares at every other surface in the room, other than me and Trina. M
