4 days later *Hadley* “He is kinda cute right ?” The girl doing my hair says, looking at Logan who is playing with Luna out on the grass. We are on the porch which he lets us use for makeup, hair and costumes. I watch him as he laughs, throwing the ball for the dog to catch. I can’t help smiling. “He is ... and such a sweetheart”. These last couple of days my attraction to Logan has changed and grown into something deeper. We have spent a lot of time together, just talking. He has told me about his own struggles, about the importance of loving yourself and he has taught me how to meditate and let go of stress. “Cute is not the first thing coming to my mind”. Masha, the makeup girl says with a giggle. “That man is sex on legs ... sooo freaking hot”. “Well yeah that too”. The other girl giggles, pinning more pink extensions into my hair, to get the right look and the big hair Ryan wants. I bite my lip.. I mean yes he is sexy, but I do not like the way she is saying it ... or the
*Logan* I am watching Hadley shoot her video. I have to admit the song is rather catchy, but her writhing on a three log wearing this pink frilly doll-like underwear ... looking like ... a living sex doll or something. Well I do not like it ... at all. But of course I have no right to say anything, she is just a friend and she is an adult, but I just have this feeling ... from our long talks and such ... that this is not really what she wants. And my wolf is absolutely not a fan either. “Don’t drool too much”. Jax pops up beside me. I shake my head. “Not really drooling Jax”. “Oh ... you could have fooled me. I was starting to think that you and little miss Lele had a thing going on”. He looks at me with one eyebrow raised. “No Jax ... for god's sake she is nineteen, she is a teenager”. I shake my head again. “I could never do that”. He looks at her. “But you really really want to ... if you weren’t so hung up on the whole age thing”. I sigh. “I am not gonna lie, you know me
*Hadley* We have just finished filming for the day and I walk up to the porch, seeing Logan is there. He appears to be chatting with Masha, who is laughing in that seductive way, her hand resting on his arm. A new heat shooting through me, like biting into a too hot chili, something burning and harsh. “Maybe you should focus on your job and remove my makeup”. I can’t hold it in, knowing I sound like a right bitch as I sit down. I notice how Logan looks slightly worried and Masha rolls her eyes. “Of course sweetie, I’ll be right there”. “Are you okay bubbles ?” Logan looks at me. I am not sure why, I just feel so annoyed now and I kinda snap at him. “Fine ... don’t you have anything better to do than hanging around here ?” “I guess so”. I can hear the hurt in his voice so I look the other way. I would not handle seeing hurt in his eyes too. Masha starts cleaning my face, not really being gentle about it, but at least she is smart enough to keep her mouth shut. I feel it eating
*Hadley* I rub a hand over my face, it hadn’t been my intention to scare him away. Why did I have to forget myself and be all ... weird ? It had been so nice, but I sent him running again. Getting up I decide to go find him, to apologise and tell him I hadn’t meant it like that ... okay so it’s a bit of a lie, but anything to make him not angry with me. I am also slightly angry with Logan, I mean he is kinda blowing hot and cold on me … that neck rub ... he should not have been doing that if he is not interested in anything. I mean it felt kinda very intimate, on the other hand I can’t really be angry with him, he is just too sweet. As I walk outside I hear muted sounds from the corner of the back porch, giggles and ... what ? heated moans ... skin on skin slaps ... part of me wants to turn and walk away, but like a moth to the flame I am drawn in. “Oh God ... oh oh ... harder”. The words make me freeze on the spot. I have no doubt at all that it is Masha, her voice is just too
*Hadley* “Seriously Ryan ... on the porch and with that nasty skank”. I am shaking my head, staring at him. He gives me that condescending look that he has perfected so well, it’s meant to make you feel like you are the idiot. “Is someone jealous ?” “Jealous ? Not at all ... but it was very disrespectful to Logan”. I glare at him. “You just can’t stand that another woman wants me”. He crosses his arms on his chest, right now he looks like an angry teenager. I can’t help but giggle, I happened to talk to Jax, hearing his story too. “Want you, please you were her third choice at best, she had tried to get into both Jax’s and Logan’s pants first, you must feel so special … what a sex demon you make”. “Well you should be making me feel special, but ever since we’ve been here you have been too busy running around after Logan, drooling like a fucking lap dog ... get it baby, he isn’t gonna fuck you ... he’s probably gay”. He looks like he just won a prize or something. I shake my he
3 days later *Hadley* “Are you trying to keep us here ?” Ryan is talking in that low accusing voice that is much more scary than him yelling ... This means he is in full control and capable of thinking up evil things to do or say. “Or are you just an idiot ?” We had gone into Austin after Logan told Ryan to leave and we are now re-shooting the whole video, as Ryan doesn't want to do Logan any favour by having the video be a free commercial for his place ... honestly I don't think Logan cares. “Sorry, I don’t mean to”. And I don’t, I do my best, but in Ryan’s eyes I keep messing up the shoots. “I just want to go home”. “I think you are hoping he comes for you. I have seen how you sit and drool over him”. His tone is malicious. “Get it into your thick skull that you meant nothing to him … Do you even realise what he is ?” I feel the lump rise in my throat. I know it’s not true, but at the same time I feel it is a bit like that. I haven’t heard from Logan at all, only from AJ who
3 days later *Logan* “Is he pouting again ?” I hear AJ’s voice from the porch. He is not talking to me, but to Jax. I’m walking along the edge of the grass.. looking out on the grounds while Luna is playing with a new toy. Once again wondering where Hadley is and what she is doing, should I have done more to stop her from leaving with him ? Jax answers, a bit lower, but I can still hear him, and he should know that. “Yeah, I am worried about him to be honest”. “Well he cares a lot about her and so do I ... I mean I had my nose broken to defend her honour. I do not get my nose broken for just anyone”. AJ does not know how to whisper. “But with Logan it’s different ... I think he ...”. “Hey guys, I can hear you ... I am not deaf you know”. I call out. “And I am fine, totally fine”. They come over and Jax pads me on the shoulder. “No you are not, you mope around, you almost don’t eat, even your wolf is moody ... you can’t go on like this Logan”. “Well, there really isn’t anythin
*Logan* I'm kinda happy Jax offered to drive as I was too shaken and scared to focus. I might have been snapping at him, calling him an old lady a couple of times and generally been rather obnoxiously the whole way. Considering if we should have changed and run in our wolf forms, but we might need the car for Hadley. “Unlocked ?” Jax says with surprise as he pulls open the front door to the address Hadley gave me. “Easier for us”. We hurry upstairs, she had said upstairs bedroom and it only takes a moment to figure out where they are, as I can hear Ryan’s gleeful laughter. He turns as we burst through the door. “You ... what are you doing here ?” “Step away from the door creep”. Jax holds up the gun, it’s just a salt gun, but Ryan doesn't know. “Back over to the wall ... Logan get her out”. I hurry to the bathroom door, knocking softly. “Bubbles, it’s me and Jax, you can open now ... you are safe”. “Is it you ... really you”. I hear her whisper with a shaking voice on the other
*Hadley* As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm glow over our backyard in Texas. Logan is playfully chasing our two-year-old son, Jasper, as he giggles and runs around in circles. I watch from the porch, a smile on my face. My hands resting on my pregnant belly. "Hey, troublemakers," I call out to Logan, catching his attention. He grins and walks over. "What's up, love of my life?" Logan asks. Taking a deep breath, I share, "I have something to tell you." I run my hand over my belly. Logan's eyes light up. "What is it?" With a smile, I reveal, "I went to the doctor today, and… we are going to have twins." Logan's joy is palpable. "Twins? That's amazing, love! Our family is growing rapidly." “Something doesn’t scare you.” I ask, raising a brow. He smiles and shakes his head. “Not the least, the more the marrier.” “Da da.” Jasper says pulling at Logan’s hand. “What twins?” Logan swings him up in his arms. “That, champ, means you are gonna have two brothers or sist
*Logan* I stretch out on the lounge chair in our backyard, the warm Texas sun bathing my skin in a golden glow. The gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the oak tree overhead, and for the first time in what feels like forever, peace settles in my bones. Blue lies at my feet, his ears twitching occasionally as he naps. Almost completely recovered now I can’t believe I actually died, like full on kicked the bucket… Calix sent me six feet under, well metaphorically, luckily no one buried me. The others explained how Hadley brought me back. "Hey, lazy wolf," Hadley's melodic voice breaks through the serene silence. I tilt my head back to see her standing at the back door, a playful smile dancing on her lips. Despite all we have been through, that smile never fails to make my heart race. "Hey yourself, songbird," I reply, grinning. "Come join me. The sun feels amazing." She walks over, it is like she has gained a new confidence in herself, a connection to her true self and her sirene
*Hadley* The words hang in the air, echoing in my mind, "I'm sorry." I struggle to breathe, my legs feel weak, but I force myself to stand, to face what's next. "What happened?" I manage to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. The doctor sighs, looking down at his hands. "He experienced severe cramps and stopped breathing. We did everything we could, but there was nothing more we could do. I'm truly sorry." “I need to see him,” I say. I know my heart won’t accept this unless I see it with my own eyes. The world blurs for a moment, my vision swimming with tears. Nick steps forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Hadley, maybe you shouldn't…" "No," I cut him off, my voice sharper than intended. "I need to see him." Nick hesitates, then nods. LZ looks at me, his eyes filled with sorrow, but he doesn't protest. Together, we step into Logan's room. The machines have been removed, leaving the room eerily quiet. Logan looks like he's sleeping, a peaceful expression on his face that
*Hadley*Ryan's grip tightens on LZ, and in that moment, I feel my world teetering on the edge of oblivion. LZ's eyes meet mine, a silent goodbye I refuse to accept. It's like the universe pauses, waiting for my move, a move I don't know how to make… until something deep inside me stirs.It's a weird sensation, like a hum in my blood, a melody that's been silent for too long finally bursting forth. I have never felt anything like it, I did not know I was capable… but it's as if every part of me recognizes this power, knows it's been mine all along, just waiting.I don't think; I react. My hand shoots up, not really knowing what I'm aiming for, only that I need to stop Ryan, save LZ, do something. The air around us seems to vibrate, and then, like breaking through the surface after being underwater for too long, I feel it unleash.Words, or maybe it's just pure sound, spills out of me. It doesn't make sense, but it doesn't have to. It's power, raw and ancient, a siren's call that no on
*Hadley*In the split second it takes for fear to crystallize in my veins, Nick, in his majestic wolf form, surges forward. His massive body barrels into the space between me and the descending enemy, intercepting the attack with a collision that echoes through the warehouse like a thunderclap.The force sends the enemy sprawling, thrown off course by the sheer might of Nick's intervention. His protective stance, a formidable barrier between me and harm, is a silent vow of safety in the chaos.Nick doesn't pause to savor the moment; his head swivels, amber eyes scanning for the next threat, always vigilant. I'm momentarily stunned by the primal power he embodies, the line between man and beast blurred in his protective ferocity.“Thanks,” I mumble softly. The wolf gives me a nod, and what looks like a wolfish grin.The battle rages on around us, a maelic dance of shadows flickering in the dim light. We're a team, moving with a synchronicity born of desperation and a mutual drive to sa
*Hadley*The parking lot is a cold, unforgiving space where my impatience battles with the freezing night air. I'm pacing, my footsteps echoing off the concrete, each step a sharp jab of frustration aimed at the sluggish passage of time. LZ's voice, steady and understanding, breaks through my internal storm. "I get it, Hadley. I do. But diving headfirst into danger without a plan is not going to help Logan. We need to be smart about this."I'm about to retort, the words perched on the tip of my tongue, when the sound of an approaching vehicle cuts me off. It's the old pick-up, rugged and worn, pulling into the space beside us with a sense of urgency that mirrors the frantic beating of my heart. Marshall jumps out, his presence a solid reassurance. "I've got Logan covered," he promises, and something in his tone, a fierce determination, eases a fraction of the tightness in my chest.I don't hesitate, climbing into the vehicle first, followed by LZ. The interior smells of leather and ol
*Hadley* The chaos unfolds with a speed that leaves my heart racing, the medical team's swift movements a blur around Logan's bed. I'm frozen, watching through a haze of fear as they work to stabilize him, the beeping of the machines escalating into a frenzy that mirrors the panic in my veins. LZ's grip on my shoulder is both a comfort and a reminder of the reality we're facing. "He has to be okay," I whisper, more a plea than a statement. The thought of losing Logan, of a world without his strength and love, is unbearable. But something suddenly hits me and beneath the layers of fear and desperation, anger starts to simmer…a fierce, burning rage against Ryan for orchestrating this nightmare. Once the immediate frenzy subsides and the doctors manage to stabilize Logan again, I pull LZ aside, away from the prying eyes and ears of the hospital staff. “What is it, Hadley?” He asks, clearly having read something on my face. "This is Ryan's doing, it has to be" I say, my voice low
*Logan* The sand beneath my feet is cool, a stark contrast to the heat racing through my veins. It’s been an endless journey, moving through those dreams that felt more like trials, each one a step closer to... what? Healing? Or my ultimate downfall? The fields, the forests, the ghostly city… all of it seemed like a twisted path laid out by fate, or perhaps by my own fractured psyche. My wolf, my on and off companion in this inner world, has been silent lately. He warned me, urged me to face my demons, to heal not just the flesh but the soul. I thought I was making progress, even felt strength coursing back into me. But now, that strength wanes, leaving a weariness so profound it feels like chains around my limbs. And then, suddenly, there's Hadley. My beacon in the darkest night. Her presence on this desolate beach is a balm to my tattered heart. “Logan,” She calls, waving at me. “There you are my love. Come here.” The sight of her, the sound of her voice, it's everything. I r
*Hadley* I am back at the hospital, sitting in the dimly lit hospital room, the soft beeps and whirs of machines composing a symphony of dread. The sterile scent of antiseptics does little to mask the underlying odor of despair that seems to cling to the walls. Logan, lies motionless on the bed, his once vibrant face pale and drawn, a stark contrast to the fierce, unyielding spirit he possesses. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest is the only indication that life still clings to him, albeit by a thread. I reach out, my hand trembling as I brush a lock of hair from his forehead. His skin is cool under my touch, and I suppress a shiver. "Logan," I whisper, my voice breaking the oppressive silence. "Please, you have to fight this. You can't leave me alone." But he remains unresponsive, seemingly locked in a battle I cannot see, fighting demons in a realm I cannot reach. I had asked the nurse, because the last couple of days he has seemed to fade away i stead of getting better. But