LOGAN’S POV
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I down another beer as Davina keeps on talking about some shoes she wants, but I don’t listen, only hum and nod a few times.
I feel stupid.
Why did I even think it was a good idea to sneak into Marliya’s room? She doesn’t like me, hell- she threw me with her stupid book, several times.
I was hella confused when I woke up and I was laying on her floor, I was even more sober when I climbed that tree.
My wolf, Gray, howls in joy because of my humiliation.
But, no one has to know the truth, no one will believe her over me anyway.
“Are you even listening to me?” Davina pulls on my earlobe and I grit my teeth, “f*****g hell D.” I seethe as I swat her hand away, “Yes, I was listening about your fancy shoes.” I rub my ear, glaring into the dark forest where Marliya had walked
