REVA’S POV
I was fuming, and I kept trying the doorknob as if hoping that the door would magically fly open and unlock itself even though I knew that would never happen. I couldn’t believe that Logan had locked me in here and yet he called me his mate. Was this his sick idea of what a perfect union between two wolves was supposed to look like?
I felt like punching this door but I realized that the door was probably unbreakable and punching it would do more damage to my hand than the door itself. I bet Logan was having a good laugh over this where ever he was, I felt like he enjoyed breaking people’s spirits and forcing them to bend down to his own will. He probably loved making people feel helpless and got some kind of excitement from it, however, I wasn’t about to give him the pleasure
