Andrew POV It’d been three days since the fucker took her. It had been three days since I last saw her. It had been three days since the last time I hugged her. It'd been three fucking days since I last heard her voice. Logan and I were both stuck in mid-shift. Neither Asher nor Leon wanted to re
Emma POV “Hello, my beautiful little Luna.” I heard a voice that made me sob. I shut my eyes even tighter, praying to the Goddess that he wouldn't touch me. “Oh, don’t cry.” he said, walking closer to me. “It will be over soon. The witches are almost finished. You did amazing, just like I knew y
Logan POV My heart was beating like crazy. One second I had my mate in my arms, and the next I was jumping up and looking around my office. I was in pain again. They were torturing her again. I could still hear her screaming. No. No, no, no, no, no. Fuck! “What happened?!” Andrew shouted, mak
Logan POV I was standing in the middle of the forest, looking at the entrance to the cave systems. My body was buzzing with the need to kill. ‘Are you ready Leon?’ I asked my wolf. ‘Let me out.’ He growled, clawing at my insides. ‘Soon.’ I said, taking a deep breath. ‘We need to wait just a lit
Andrew POV I jumped up and let Asher take control. The force of the shift strained my muscles like never before. Asher was more than eager to come out. Find Emma! Logan screamed through our mind link as we entered the cave. Let me deal with Samuel. He is mine! Be careful. I linked him back. We
Logan POV The pain was horrible. It was something I’d never experienced before. I felt like I was being ripped apart. I felt like I was dying. I wanted to die. I wasn’t going to live without her. I could feel our bond ripping. I could feel her soul leaving. I could feel my mate, the love of
Andrew POV I was running through the corridor like a fucking maniac. They are killing her! They are killing her! They are killing her! They are killing her! Logan’s words kept repeating in my mind. Not her, not my pup! Hold on, love. I mind-linked her. I am here. I am close. Please don’t le
Logan POV The anger I felt was indescribable. My baby was chained. She was hanging from the ceiling. Her arms were above her head. She was unconscious. Her head was hanging on her chest. Her clothes were practically gone. I could see her skin. It was black and blue and covered in cuts and burns.