Chapter Seventy-Two
Logan’s POV
I stand by the bed, staring at the space above her head, until I hear the click of the door behind me, and the sound of retreating footsteps down the hallway, blending into oblivion. Then I raise my head to look at her, the fury and dread seeping into every bit of my bones. When I heard her screams travel through into the packhouse, I felt a sharp pain across my chest. Fear gripped me in that second as I thought the worst had happened, that I had lost my mate when I only just found her.
And seeing her there on the floor without being able to do a thing about it made me feel helpless, made me feel like control had been ripped right out of my hands. I tried to single out my feelings and set it aside, so that I could analyze the situation objectively, but it
