Twenty Six.

Logan’s POV

I was only heading to my hotel. I needed a clear head. To try and work out what to do with Lana. Her scent had me acting in ways that I never normally would.

She was going to suffer from me leaving, that much was obvious. She couldn’t even cope when I was in the house and she was in the prison cell.

Climbing out the car, people began to lower their heads, submitting to me as I moved. More than usual. No one approaches me, they all keep their distance and it hits me. I hadn’t put in my contacts. My purple eyes giving me away. I had revealed myself to the world.

Crashing in through the glass doors, my receptionist greets me

“Ah Mr Lonecrown….” she trails off as her eyes rise up to mine. Even as a human, she knew to be afraid of me.

I had been the talk across the world for years, no one knew exactly where I was. Up until now, the contacts had always protected my identity.

“Uh… Mr Lonecrown. You have visitors.”

“Stop panicking Daisy, you are fine.” I mutter as I walk by into m