Logan POV
The pain was horrible.
It was something I’d never experienced before.
I felt like I was being ripped apart. I felt like I was dying. I wanted to die.
I wasn’t going to live without her.
I could feel our bond ripping. I could feel her soul leaving. I could feel my mate, the love of my life, dying.
No.
No, no, no, no, please no!
Not my Emma, not my baby. Not her, please, not her.
I wanted to touch her. I wanted to feel her. I wanted to see her and hear her wonderful voice. I f*****g needed her. I needed her to live. I needed her to breathe. I needed her to exist.
I couldn’t lose her. Not her.
I wanted to stand up and fight. I wanted to run to her and save her. I wanted to kill the motherfucker, but I couldn’t move.
The pain had me whining and thrashing on the floor
