Logan POV
I fade in and out.
The world comes and goes like broken dreams, stitched together wrong.
One moment there is pain—sharp, burning, cruel—then nothing.
Then pain again.
My body feels heavy. Too heavy.
Like I am made of stone and sinking into the ground.
Breathing hurts.
Every breath feels like knives in my chest.
Everything hurts.
But somehow… I am still aware.
And that is the worst part.
Because I can hear her.
Bella.
Her breathing is uneven. Fast. Shaky.
She is trying not to cry.
She is failing.
That sound alone almost breaks me.
I did this to her.
I dragged her into my mess.
I can smell her fear. It clings to the air. Sharp. Human. Raw.
Jack stirs weakly inside me, his presence dull and aching.
"We shouldn't have sent Spike away," he mutters, his voice tired but angry.
She is human. Too soft for this.
"I know," I said quietly. "But I needed to be sure."
I think back.
