LOGAN'S POV
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I buy smokes before heading into the woods, sitting in the spot where she usually trains. I sit on the log, knees parted as I light a cigarette, I lean back and pull out my phone, looking at the time. It's almost nine and I have to wait two more hours to see the woman who can give me hope.
My hands itch to just punch something, more like someone. My delusional thoughts have me distracted and I find my way toward the Anscultz pack, standing on the line where their territory begins and I stare at her bedroom window from behind a bush. I see her silhouette from behind the curtain, her petite body throws a shadow. I could see that she was still naked, I could see every form of her body, her naked chest as she runs her hands over herself.
See reaches for something before my p
