CHAPTER FORTY-NINE – The White Wolf
Logan POV
When one of my patrol guards mind-linked Andrew and me and told us that he saw a white wolf running through the forest, my heart almost gave out.
I kept picturing someone taking her away from me again. I was so afraid she would disappear again.
Andrew was a wreck. He almost destroyed the whole house when we found her empty bed.
We had no choice. We had to tell her the truth.
Emma came back downstairs wearing a dry pair of sweatpants and a simple long-sleeved black shirt. She looked amazing. She would look amazing wearing a trash bag, as far as I was concerned.
She sat down on the armchair opposite us and raised her eyebrow.
“Will you tell me what’s wrong?” she asked, looking at Andrew. “I know I shouldn’t have gone away in the middle of the night without telling you first, but it was just a short run. I was nowhere near the border.”
“Why were you out in the middle of the night in the first place?” Andrew sighed.