The White Wolf (part three)

Emma POV

My body was in pain.

My soul was tearing apart.

My heart felt completely shattered.

I didn’t want another mate. I didn’t need another mate. I had Logan. I wanted Logan. I needed Logan. I loved Logan. Only him, Goddess. Only him.

I wanted to scream and cry. I wanted to burn the world to the ground.

The panic inside me was increasing. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. Something was stuck in my throat, and I couldn’t even speak. Something was sitting on my chest. Something was holding my body in a vice-like grip.

I knew that Logan wouldn’t mark me again. I knew it. I saw it in his eyes. He was afraid that he wasn’t the one.

But he was! He was! I knew it!

“Emma, love, no.” I heard my brother’s voice. “We need proof first.”

I didn’t need proof. I knew that he was the one.

I couldn’t imagine loving someone as much as I loved Logan. I couldn’t imagine wanting and needing someone as much as I wanted and needed Logan. I couldn’t imagine anyone else touching me. I couldn’