Logan's POV
I sat on the porch of the villa, trying to find the peace that usually came so easily. The forest in front of me seemed deserted, nothing could dispel the thoughts of Emma and her children. It had been two weeks since the party, but my mind kept getting stuck there—in the images of the smiling little children, and Emma, who always seemed strong despite the sharpness behind her glare.
I should be able to focus on my task. I was the Alpha here, and the werewolf boys were counting on me to train them. But for some reason, today I couldn't even concentrate. This morning when I had trained with them, I had only half-heartedly. Their moves were wrong, but I had no desire to correct them. All my energy and motivation had been sucked away by the thoughts of Emma.
I glanced up at t
