Meanwhile, Logan was still waiting for his mate in the bedroom that they shared, oblivious to whatever was going on. He sat by the bedside after going into the gardens to check up on her. He had wanted to go straight to bed, but his broken heart had kept him awake.
It was highly frustrating trying to will his heart not to get too worried. He didn't realize how much he would miss her if she left his presence. It was like he was in physical pain. Even his wolf was whimpering with its tail between its legs.
He placed his face in his hands and felt wetness. He hadn't even realized he was shedding tears. He stared at his wet hands with disbelief. How could one person make him so vulnerable and emotional? He wanted to cry out and tear his clothes in sadness. He wanted to morph into his wolf
