Logan
I woke up to silence.
The kind of silence that feels wrong, like something important is missing.
For a second, I forgot where I was. Then pain slammed into my chest like a hammer.
"Ouch—fuck," I hissed, grabbing my chest as I tried to sit up.
Bad idea.
Very bad idea.
The pain shot through me again, sharp and deep, like something inside me was still angry I hadn't died properly. I fell back against the pillows, breathing hard, waiting for the world to stop spinning.
The room smelled like her.
Bella.
Her scent was everywhere. On the sheets. On the pillows. In the air. Warm, familiar, comforting. My heart softened instantly, even while it hurt like hell.
I turned my head slowly, scanning the room.
"Bella?" I called, my voice rough.
No answer.
I frowned.
She had been here. I knew it. My wolf knew it.
Mate was here, Jack said inside my head, his voice low and tired but certain. Mate stayed. Mate saved us.
I swallowed.
