Ella“Ella, why are you always so hell-bent on pushing me away?”Logan’s words, filling the silence left in the wake by the movie, made my stomach twist up in knots that I had never expected. I swallowed, unsure of how to respond.“W-What?” I asked, leaning back a bit in my chair. “What are you saying?”Logan scoffed as he set down the TV remote next to his plate of pizza, which was half-eaten. “You’re always pushing me away,” he said. “It’s always a game of hot and cold with you. I never know whether you’ll open up or close yourself off even more.”A slight chill ran down my spine at Logan’s words—because they were right. But I wasn’t ready to admit it. Not yet.“I’m not hell-bent on pushing you away,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, but even as the words left my lips, they felt hollow, unconvincing.Logan’s expression was one of frustration mixed with sadness. I could tell that he didn’t believe me, and why should he? “Ella,” he said, “every time it seems like you’re f
LoganI watched Ella as she laid beside me under the starlit sky, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful she looked beneath the soft glow of the stars.The way her white blonde hair caught the moonlight, the sparkle in her eyes as she traced the constellations in the night sky—it was all mesmerizing. In that moment, I couldn’t deny what I had been feeling for a while now, a longing that seemed to grow with each passing day.
Ella“Your turn.”The afterglow of Logan’s successful tattoo, which he thankfully loved, was short-lived once those words left his lips. I had been grinning from ear to ear as I watched him admire his new tattoo; it was the simple outline of a wolf’s head, simple and understated yet unique and, if I may say so myself, utterly handsome on him.
EllaIt was late, far too late for me to be awake, but sleep eluded me that night thanks to the excitement roiling around inside my head. I found myself standing in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom. In the soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table and the waxing moon filtering in through the sheer curtains, I could just make out the delicate rose tattoo that now sat on my hip.“My dad is gonna flip when he sees this,” I whispered as I tugged down the waistband o
LoganIn the dead of night, the silence of my room felt oppressive, almost as if there was a tangible weight on my chest. It was almost two o’clock in the morning, and yet I wasn’t even close to finding sleep.My mind was a battlefield, thoughts of Ella, her past, and her reluctance to trust me swirling in a relentless storm. I wanted to empathize, to understand her pain, but frustration clawed at me. How could I make her see that I had changed, that my feelings for her were
EllaAfter a night of fitful sleep, I finally rolled out of bed around six in the morning and began my morning routine. My wolf was quieter than usual; she was upset with me over what had happened last night. Hell, I was upset with myself. I had succeeded in pushing Logan away once again, and was now likely going to face the brutal aftermath of the defensive, damaged side of myself getting her way.That day, I planned on heading to the office. It was Saturday, outside of my normal work h
EllaThe house felt eerily quiet after the sound of Logan’s car and its screeching tires faded away into the distance. This wasn’t like the Logan I knew; he was usually so calm and collected, and always seemed to have things under control.Why was this fortune so important to him that he was acting like this?
Ella“What is this, Ella?”The moment Sarah’s eyes had landed on the contents of the file, a cold wave of panic washed over me. I couldn’t let anyone know about what was going on behind the scenes, and yet I had been careless and allowed her to see it. And it wasn’t even that I was worried about myself; it was that now, thanks to my thoughtlessness, Sarah was at risk.