Bella
I still don't understand how it happened.
One second Logan was standing there, asking me a question in that hard, demanding voice of his, and the next second he was on the ground.
Just like that.
No warning.
No time to breathe.
No time to scream.
My soul left my body when he fell.
I don't remember moving, but suddenly I was out of the car, my knees hitting the dirt as I grabbed him. My hands shook as I pressed them against his chest.
"Logan," I cried. "Logan, please don't die. Please. Don't you dare die."
He was bleeding.
He was really bleeding.
Not just a little.
Too much.
Too fast.
My heart slammed so hard I thought it would break my ribs. Wolves were not supposed to bleed like this. Logan was not supposed to bleed like this.
I looked up, wild and shaking, and that's when I saw her.
The girl.
Young. Small. Scared-looking.
The same girl who helped me escape.
The same girl I tried to protect.
The same girl Logan had just asked me about.
