Finding Eva

Michael's POV

In the woods, City Calrio, Northern Novera.

Hundred men stacked in black uniform were standing, guarding the area from the territorial wolves. Whilst I was made to kneel down with my wrists and ankles chained into silver shackles.

Two of the bodyguards had their feet pressed on my back, forcing me to rub my bare chest on the muddy ground. While the other two yanked my face up by holding my ponytail. Dammit', I should have cut my hair short, these immature rude pups are treating me like some woman.

My corp's uniform was ripped off, I was only in my trousers, my shirt was torn apart exposing my bare skin to the piercing thorns of woods. Countless needle like thorns pricked in my body, I hate it because earlier Eva had treated my wounds.

I hate it because I'm weak against the power of Logan. I hate it because of my unpredictable heart which has taken a liking to Eva. I would have never imagined myself falling this hard for a woman who was once a slave.

" Michael, as a d