Pipers Point of View
At 4am I gave up on my quest for a decent sleep. I'd been tossing and turning since midnight. Occasionally I'd dropped off but with my dreams came visions of a perfect guy with a perfect set of green eyes. As soon as I saw them my dreams turned there attention towards that low-life Logan, and I woke with a start worried that he was causing trouble somewhere.
When I'd arrived home last night I headed straight for the Brandy bottle. I was wired and was hoping it might steady my nerves a little. I didn't even attempt to go to bed until I got word that there were two wolves at Blakes, at Logans, and at Morgans. After that I at least felt like I could breathe.
'Roxy, What the hell am I going to do?' I asked my wolf in desperation 'I can't stand that he's so far aw
