*Logan*_*       After a few sips from my personal wine glass, I thought about Camila again. I couldn't stop thinking about her, even if I wanted to, but the truth was that I couldn't.       I knew what I did earlier, but I wished that she could change. But why was I acting like I was righteous? When I myself was on the path of redemption. We were two imperfect mysterious monsters, and I was starting to feel what Buck was talking about. She made me weak and I made her calm, maybe stronger now. But she was getting out of hand, and it doesn't feel good. I just hoped that I wouldn't lose her…       "Sorry to disturb you, sir…" I heard a voice precisely from the barn, and it could only be one person.       "Buck" I growled and rushed out from the house to the back yard. I hated his intrusions and that was why I had implied precautions in my house. But

     Logan appeared behind her and held her waist with his large hands and nibbled on her earlobe. She parted her lips for a soft warm breathe while holding a small fabric in her hand.       "What took you so long?" Camila asked, steering away from him.      "I had company" Logan replied.      Camila looked into his eyes. "Let me guess… Buck?"      Logan chuckled. "Yeah, Buck…" he walked closer to her and enclosed the gap between them. She was relatively small with him and she adored him and loved that he was such a large darling. He parted her hairs to the side and touched her face with his hand and Camila stared up at his hot lips.      "What is it?" She managed to say even though it seemed like she was under his wings, covered with his aura and strength. It was this time that she wasn't in control and was falling into his arms. 

WINTER 1971, SIERRA MAESTRA, SOUTHEASTERN CUBA      The whirling helicopters were above his head, flying over the branches of the trees, with their headlight missing his steps, and he ran faster than them, swaying through the thick mountain that ran westward from the far side of the south of the oriente province in southeast cuba, with an upward transition from the coast.       Military vehicles were on his tail, flashing lights on their path as they chased the man. Trees fell, the paths were cleared off of vegetation, the night was cold as ice, but driven by a burning desire– kept them afloat.        But they weren't his problem, at least for the moment because there was a bigger reason to flee; these beasts were chasing him and they ran behind the scenes in the dark. It was just their perfect place and he would bee damned if they caught up with him.      The man r

Logan sweeped her feet off the ground in the twinkle of an eye. "Oh wow" she was getting excited, but not as much as the werewolf. He carried her inside the house and locked the door, taking off his clothes at once, leaving his big man dangling inbetween his legs. He pushed her down to the floor and tore her clothes, letting out her titties. He liked what he saw. He knelt before her and brought her legs on his shoulders, and she squirmed as she felt his member. Her blood pressure, heart rate, breathing, and temperature went up as he kissed her using the tip of his tongue to trace the edge of her upper lip lightly and then to the border of her bottom lip. She felt blood fill in those places as her body became more sensitive. She felt the muscles in her body start to tense with her heart rate and breathing getting faster as he traced his hand down her chest, making a circular movement. He took his thumbs to gently stroke her eyebrows, placing gentle kisses

"Wha- the fuck?!" Mandy screamed. "Damn it" I muttered through clenched teeth. She looked at me with disappointment and it occurred to me that I had just lost my chance of making things work with her again. "Okay, fine. What do you want?" I asked the lady while looking at Mandy. I wanted to give her a reason to give me a chance. I knew that I fucked up real well and I would do just about anything to make things right with her. "You're coming with me. You have to pay the price" she scoffed. "Fine. I will go with you—" Mandy shook her head repeatedly and there were traces of tears and regret in her eyes. "It's pointless…" she took her things. "You will always be you. Why did I even act like it surprised me? That's what you do anyways." She left and I watched her take the exit door. I couldn't even talk, I couldn't even make a move. I was weakened by the fact that things were rolling out fast and I was thinking of changing? "Screw this!"