Chapter Eighty-Two
Logan’s POV
Perfection is a word I do not loosely use, as it has meant different things to me at the various milestones I have reached in my life. At first, as a toddler who was yet to discover the wolf inside of him, perfection was me doing my sums excellently, or watching the trees race past while inside my mother’s car. It was the rainbow coming to grace a pack occasion and the meals my mother made. Then we lost her, and perfection became a term I could not put into being, a term my father wanted me to assume but day after day, it felt like it moved far from me.
That became ingrained in me that even when he would tell me he was proud of me, that he thought I would make a great Alpha only if I just came back home and stayed with the pack, I still didn’t believe thos
