{~~Avery Sterling~~}I was focused on just getting things done. I was on the couch, trying to make notes on my work for tomorrow. Although my hand hurts like a bitch, I knew Logan would be upset with me if I didn't get out of this funk. I know I have a fever. My body hurts, it feels hot when I touch my own skin but I feel cold. I'm hungry but I can't force myself to move. I have to focus. Logan wants me to make a list of the right diseases that young werewolves get affected by. So I've been working on that. It took me a while, but eventually I got things straightened out. My eyes were begging to be slammed shut. They just wanted a break from the work, but I wanted to push past that. When the doorbell rang, I was hoping it was Logan. I'd never met this man in my life. Ryan, I mean. He was tall, dark skinned, black locks, and sharp silver eyes that under a different light can blend into his whites like there were no separation. He was kind, and I think that upset Logan. I tried to
{~~Logan Sterling~~}The night didn't end as I had expected it to. This was supposed to be a good day for me, but Ryan had ruined those plans by showing up at my house and acting nice towards Avery. My own best friend. What is his deal? One minute, he was hating on Ava the next he likes Avery. He should fucking marry her if she's so fucking great. He doesn't even know her. I trust Ava's word. I trust that if she hated Avery, she had a good reason. Ava is nice, she's such a sweet fucking girl and every hater needs to sit their ass down.She's fucking perfect. I must have done something. I must have treated her wrongly for her to not want me anymore. That night, I stayed up to drink. I was so fucking pissed off, and hurt. I checked my phone, not even sure what I was looking for. My fingers moved almost on autopilot, and I found myself drawn to Ava's social media account.There were several photos there, each one a stab to the gut. One of her and the boyfriend she left me for. Once aga
{~~Logan Grey~~}I got dressed slowly, nursing my hangover and making sure I didn't fuck up and mistakenly wear something weird. My head throbbed with every movement, and the light streaming through the window felt like daggers piercing my skull. I stumbled into the kitchen and made myself some coffee, the strong, bitter taste helping to cut through the haze of the hangover. As the warm liquid slid down my throat, I hoped it would wipe away the remnants of the previous night.I was in the process of letting the bitter taste wipe away the nasty hangover when Avery entered. She looked so much better than she had been yesterday. Her eyes were bright, and she was smiling. There was a certain lightness in her step that I hadn’t seen in a while. She wore long black pants, and a tight white shirt that seemed to show off a curve of her hips. She was pretty… almost. Not as pretty as woman who stabbed me in the heart, but I guess she's not bag. And her heeled shoes were even better. They added
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Today was not our day, it definitely didn't start with positive signs. Logan wasn't doing so well, and it made me tiptoe around him. The tension in the house was palpable, like a heavy fog that clouded every interaction and made every word a potential minefield. I didn't want to get myself hurt emotionally by either doing something crazy stupid that upsets him, or something none stupid that still upsets him. Logan's temper had become unpredictable, a storm that could break at any moment, and I found myself constantly on edge, trying to navigate the turbulent waters of his emotions. I should have gone to work without him, but the hurt in his eyes wouldn't let me. Hearing that my sister had remarried did not shock me that much, but it seemed to have gotten to Logan. He was heartbroken all over again, his wounds reopened and bleeding fresh pain. It was as if the news had ripped away any progress he had made in moving on, leaving him raw and vulnerable. I just don't
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I thought yesterday was hell, but the next day was even worse. This day dragged on even longer when a patient was brought in with a slit throat and some bruises. Did I also mention she was pregnant? The scene in the emergency room was chaotic, with nurses and doctors moving frantically, trying to stabilize her. The air was thick with urgency, every second critical. The CMO was calling for Logan, but he was nowhere to be found. We were rushing, we needed the medic alpha. I went in search of him, my mind racing with frustration and worry.This woman had my heart in shambles. She was begging us to save her baby, she couldn't even express how she got hurt or tell us to save her life. And the fucking medic alpha is missing. I was pissed. I don't mean the small kind of anger where you can cool off by breathing. No I was FUCKING enraged!!! Where is he? I thought he promised he'd do better after yesterday? A mother and child are relying on him to live!I found Logan on t
{~~Logan Grey~~}I fucked up. There's no other way to put it. I messed up, and I'm not scared to admit it. In my selfishness, in my sadness, I forgot what my job was. And now, I have to face the consequences.After ensuring the newborn child was kept under good watch, I was called into the CMO's office. I had never done anything to disappoint the people I work with, and this did not feel good. As one of the best medic alphas, it was a blow to my pride to be called out like this. Ryan was right about one thing: I let my love for Ava blind me. I'm disappointed at myself for my actions today. I didn't think it would hurt me that much, I thought that I could move past it. Ignore it and focus on trying to win her over within the year. Then I made the mistake of going back to get social media. She posted a flirty video, she was just in a towel. Her caption read: My first night as a married woman. I never knew love could feel this good.Tell me that wouldn't hurt any ex. I think it was the
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The day went by smoothly after Logan snapped out of his funk. It was like a switch had been flipped, and suddenly we were all graced with the better version of himself. He gave out orders with authority, handled patients promptly and efficiently, and his presence alone seemed to uplift the entire atmosphere of the hospital. It was a relief to see him back to his old self, the Logan we all knew and admired.Once our shifts were done, I was approached by some nurses. They invited me out for drinks, a tempting offer after the stressful day we had all endured. Normally, I would have declined, preferring to unwind in the comfort of my own home. But tonight, I felt like going out and just having fun. Still, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling of guilt, knowing that Logan was struggling with his own demons.I texted him to let him know my plans, hoping for some semblance of understanding or support. His response was cold and dismissive, saying he couldn't care less what
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Ryan I talked for hours until the nurses came to inform me that they were ready to go. I was the only one with a car so I’d driven them here. I get a little tipsy from alcohol, and I’m a respected driver. I don’t go under the influence. So I said goodbye to Ryan and spoke to the bartender about keeping my car in the parking lot.He said he’d tell the night guards, and I started to call a cab. One of the nurses started singing.“All aloneeee.” I giggled as the others joined her in singing some song about being left alone in a barn. I’m not a singer so I didn’t join in. The cab was eight minutes away. Ryan stepped out of the bar while we waited.“You’re not singing with your group?”“No. I’m not really a singer.”“Ohh, you don’t have any musical talents?” he inquired. His hands dug into the pockets of his jeans, and the smile he’d had on all night returned.“I played the piano all throughout middle school and elementary. I had to drop it in high school because it wa