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was not mine.
I could sense someone was in the room, and as my eyes adjusted, I could see a figure slumped against the wall across from me. The figure was watching me, and as I looked closer, I knew who it was âLogan?â I whispered.
He didnât answer, so I felt my way over to him, I sat in front of him, taking his face in both my hands âLogan, talk to meâ I murmured, worry making my voice falter.
Logan didnât speak, he lifted his hands to my face, running his finger over my bottom lip, finally, he opened his mouth, âI missed youâ he murmured.
I smiled and threw my arms around his neck, burying my face in his chest.
âI missed you too, so much! I couldnât stop thinking about you, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldnât reach youâ my words were turning to sobs.
He wrapped a strong arm around me and used his other hand to grip my chin, he lifted my face up to stare into his silver eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness âdonât cry love, it kills meâ he said, wiping the tears away with his thumb.
âWell itâs your fault, if you hadnât have left I wouldnât be cryingâ I laughed wetly.
I had meant it to be lighthearted, but he became serious and looked down at his hands as they played with a strand of my hair, âI couldnât let them take youâ he whispered.
I sighed, âHey, donât be like that. Itâll be alright, youâll be home soon, I promiseâ I murmured, smoothing his messy hair from his face.
He leaned over, lighting a candle that was beside him, the light was bright enough so I could see his face, but only barely.
He stared into my eyes, sadness overtaking his. âI might not be alive when you find me. They have injured me, though in this strange dream world, my injuries are non-existentâ he murmured, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
Tears welled in my eyes âno, donât say that! Itâll be alright, theyâll find you tomorrow, please donât say thatâ I begged.
He wiped away the tears that were now flowing freely, but they wouldnât stop coming âIâm glad I got to see you again, I was afraid that Iâd never get the chance, loveâ he murmured.
I opened my mouth to deny his words, but he suddenly leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I responded by wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling myself closer. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and leaned me back over them.
He pulled back to stare into my eyes again âI love youâ he murmured.
I couldnât stop the tears âdonâtâŠdonât say that like goodbye, this is not goodbye!â I insisted, my voice shaking.
He sighed, smoothing my hair from my face âJohanna-â
âNo. No, no, no, no, Logan! You canât die, not now. Not now!â I was angry, struggling against his hold on my arms as I sobbed.
âJohanna please, Love!â He tightened his hold on my arms and pulled me into a hug.
I struggled to get out of his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. I couldnât lose him, not now, not when I had just found him. I didnât think I could handle losing him.
âNo, no, I wonât let you dieâ I sobbed.
âJohanna, listen to me, listen!â he was firm, pulling me back to look into my eyes.
I hiccupped, looking away from him as I cried âlook at meâ he growled, grabbing my chin and making me look at him.
I looked at his lips, as stubborn as I was, I didnât want to look into his eyes. âPlease look at meâ the scoundrel lowered his head, making me look into his eyes.
Tears were still rolling freely as I looked into his eyes, giving up trying to get away. I broke down, so he pulled me into his arms âI canât lose youâ I whispered brokenly.
âJohanna, love, please donât cry. If I could live, I would, but I just donât know if I can make it. I feel like Iâve betrayed you, but I canât stop it. If I could change into my animal form, I could heal but something is holding me back, something wonât let me changeâ he explained, tightening his arms around me.
I buried my face in his chest, âI donât care what he says, Iâm coming with themâ I mumbled to myself.
He didnât seem to hear me; he just kept stroking my hair, murmuring comforting words. I wasnât sobbing anymore, but quiet whimpers were escaping my mouth every time I would think of losing him. I couldnâtâŠno, wouldnât lose him, he was too important to me.
âI wonât lose youâ I declared.
He buried his face in my hair, breathing in deeply âyou smell like rosesâ he murmured huskily.
I pulled away, looking up at him âLogan, why are you so calm about this? I just canât understand how you can accept this! Logan, you have to promise me that youâll try to stay alive, for meâ I begged, my eyes pleading with his.
Sadness filled his eyes, and a single tear slid down his cheek âIâm not calm about this, Iâm afraid, Johanna, Iâm afraid that Iâll never see you again. Iâm just trying to forget it; this may be my last chance to be with you, unharmed and alive. Can you pleaseâŠgive me that chance?â now it was his eyes that pleaded with mine, how could I refuse?
I was shocked into silence; I had never seen this side of him before. He was vulnerable; all emotions were now showing on his face as the one sparkling tear hung on his cheek.
I finally got the will to speak again,
âOkay, Loganâ I wiped the tear away, âI wonât argue, but that doesnât mean that I accept your dying, Iâll do whatever it takes to get you home aliveâ I said sternly.
He smiled and pulled me into yet another kiss. I let myself relax in his embrace.
After pulling back, I thought for a second, maybe I can help him.
âVivia told me more about theâŠconnection we seem to have. She said that biting your mate can heal you; she said that your mateâs blood is the only thing that can save you. Or so she had thoughtâ I muttered.
He stared at me thoughtfully for a long time âour father had told us those legends when we were young, he and my mother wereâŠmates, as he called it. He used to teach us to be true to our mates, and always be there for themâ he murmured, stroking my cheek with the tip of his finger.
I was distracted momentarily by his touch, the way my skin tingled, and the way one simple touch could muddle my thoughts so completely. âI was thinkingâŠmaybe you shouldâŠbite meâ I mumbled hesitantly.
He frowned thoughtfully âIâŠtalked to my father about it, if I had ever found my mate, what biting would be like for her. He explained that it was painful as first, but it turns out to be quiteâŠpleasurable, after the first biteâ he seemed to grow red under his tan skin.
I blushed as well, looking down at my hands âI donât know how affective it would be in this dream world, but itâs worth a try. Hurting you is the very last thing in this world that I want to doâ he mumbled the last part, stroking a finger across my neck.
I looked up into his eyes âI donât care how much it hurts, as long as your better when you awake from thisâ I muttered in determination.
He sighed, staring lovingly into my eyes âso selflessâ he murmured, as if to himself.
He leaned over and kissed my neck, where my pulse hammered âI wonât do it if youâre not completely sureâ he said, his hot breath hitting my skin.
I gripped the tops of his arms, leaning my forehead on his shoulder âdo itâ I set my jaw in determination.
He pulled me closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around my waist âI love youâ he said before sinking his teeth into my shoulder. It hurt, more than breaking a finger or a toe; I had to muffle my cry in his shoulder. But soon all that was overpowered by pleasure, overwhelming pleasure! I moaned as his arms tightened and he sunk his teeth deeper.
I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, gripping his shirt so tight I thought I might rip it. My whole body was a live wire; every touch to my skin was like fire, and I could feel it coursing through my veins.
I moaned into his shoulder, making a feral, yet very sexy growl escape his lips. He broke free of the bite, both of us gasping for breath; I donât think either of us expected the reaction I had. He gently licked the wound clean, watching as it healed.
âI donât think this is a dream, pleasure like that cannot even be comprehended in a dreamâ Logan murmured before kissing my neck once again.
We sat in each otherâs arms for a while longer, until I felt myself fading. His resigned sigh told me that he could feel himself fading as well âgoodbye, Johanna, I love youâ he murmured, giving me one last kiss.
I put my hand on his cheek âgoodbye LoganâŠI-â
I woke with a start, my breathing was erratic, and my mind was muddled. The room was dark, except for the small candle beside my bed. I looked down at Aileen, whom was sleeping peacefully by the bed. I worked to slow my breathing; I wished we still had her pups with her. We gave them to children around the town square, so now there is only her and I.
I lay back down, staring at the ceiling.
âHeâs safe, Johannaâ a familiar warm voice murmured.
I jerked back up, looking around the dark room; I saw nothing âfather?â
No answer.
Aileen was awake now, alert and ready as she looked around âmust have been my imaginationâ I mumbled, kneading my forehead.
I lay back down and tried to think, but my fatherâs imaginary words kept replaying âheâs safe, Johannaâ
Was he safe? Is he healing? Will I be able to see him again? I missed Logan dearly, and I hoped to God that he was alive and well.
With one last prayer, I fell asleep, my thoughts on Loganâs health.
I awoke to Aileenâs quiet crying; she licked my face and walked over to the door, sitting down impatiently. âOkay, Aileen, Iâm upâ I mumbled.
I braided my hair, and put on a white, gossamer dress with white slippers. Aileen suddenly barked a booming, urgent sound that made me jump. Right after, I felt my stomach lurch, and excruciating pain in my arm. It suddenly cracked with an audible âsnapâ and I cried out in pain, holding my now broken arm. My other arm suddenly snapped as well and I cried out again, trying to go and get the guards that would stand outside my doors. Aileen cried and barked a few times at the door, just as I took my fifth step, I felt pain lance up both my legs simultaneously and I screamed, âhelp me!â as loud as I could as I fell to the ground. I felt my stomach lurch again, and felt the skin there stretch, pain lanced through my hands as my fingers curled inward and my fist started growing chocolate brown hair as it grew bigger.
I felt my face contort and the skin stretch, my ears stretched upward. I had fallen in front of my mirror, and all
I could sense someone was in the room, and as my eyes adjusted, I could see a figure slumped against the wall across from me. The figure was watching me, and as I looked closer, I knew who it was âLogan?â I whispered.
He didnât answer, so I felt my way over to him, I sat in front of him, taking his face in both my hands âLogan, talk to meâ I murmured, worry making my voice falter.
Logan didnât speak, he lifted his hands to my face, running his finger over my bottom lip, finally, he opened his mouth, âI missed youâ he murmured.
I smiled and threw my arms around his neck, burying my face in his chest.
âI missed you too, so much! I couldnât stop thinking about you, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldnât reach youâ my words were turning to sobs.
He wrapped a strong arm around me and used his other hand to grip my chin, he lifted my face up to stare into his silver eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness âdonât cry love, it kills meâ he said, wiping the tears away with his thumb.
âWell itâs your fault, if you hadnât have left I wouldnât be cryingâ I laughed wetly.
I had meant it to be lighthearted, but he became serious and looked down at his hands as they played with a strand of my hair, âI couldnât let them take youâ he whispered.
I sighed, âHey, donât be like that. Itâll be alright, youâll be home soon, I promiseâ I murmured, smoothing his messy hair from his face.
He leaned over, lighting a candle that was beside him, the light was bright enough so I could see his face, but only barely.
He stared into my eyes, sadness overtaking his. âI might not be alive when you find me. They have injured me, though in this strange dream world, my injuries are non-existentâ he murmured, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
Tears welled in my eyes âno, donât say that! Itâll be alright, theyâll find you tomorrow, please donât say thatâ I begged.
He wiped away the tears that were now flowing freely, but they wouldnât stop coming âIâm glad I got to see you again, I was afraid that Iâd never get the chance, loveâ he murmured.
I opened my mouth to deny his words, but he suddenly leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I responded by wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling myself closer. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and leaned me back over them.
He pulled back to stare into my eyes again âI love youâ he murmured.
I couldnât stop the tears âdonâtâŠdonât say that like goodbye, this is not goodbye!â I insisted, my voice shaking.
He sighed, smoothing my hair from my face âJohanna-â
âNo. No, no, no, no, Logan! You canât die, not now. Not now!â I was angry, struggling against his hold on my arms as I sobbed.
âJohanna please, Love!â He tightened his hold on my arms and pulled me into a hug.
I struggled to get out of his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. I couldnât lose him, not now, not when I had just found him. I didnât think I could handle losing him.
âNo, no, I wonât let you dieâ I sobbed.
âJohanna, listen to me, listen!â he was firm, pulling me back to look into my eyes.
I hiccupped, looking away from him as I cried âlook at meâ he growled, grabbing my chin and making me look at him.
I looked at his lips, as stubborn as I was, I didnât want to look into his eyes. âPlease look at meâ the scoundrel lowered his head, making me look into his eyes.
Tears were still rolling freely as I looked into his eyes, giving up trying to get away. I broke down, so he pulled me into his arms âI canât lose youâ I whispered brokenly.
âJohanna, love, please donât cry. If I could live, I would, but I just donât know if I can make it. I feel like Iâve betrayed you, but I canât stop it. If I could change into my animal form, I could heal but something is holding me back, something wonât let me changeâ he explained, tightening his arms around me.
I buried my face in his chest, âI donât care what he says, Iâm coming with themâ I mumbled to myself.
He didnât seem to hear me; he just kept stroking my hair, murmuring comforting words. I wasnât sobbing anymore, but quiet whimpers were escaping my mouth every time I would think of losing him. I couldnâtâŠno, wouldnât lose him, he was too important to me.
âI wonât lose youâ I declared.
He buried his face in my hair, breathing in deeply âyou smell like rosesâ he murmured huskily.
I pulled away, looking up at him âLogan, why are you so calm about this? I just canât understand how you can accept this! Logan, you have to promise me that youâll try to stay alive, for meâ I begged, my eyes pleading with his.
Sadness filled his eyes, and a single tear slid down his cheek âIâm not calm about this, Iâm afraid, Johanna, Iâm afraid that Iâll never see you again. Iâm just trying to forget it; this may be my last chance to be with you, unharmed and alive. Can you pleaseâŠgive me that chance?â now it was his eyes that pleaded with mine, how could I refuse?
I was shocked into silence; I had never seen this side of him before. He was vulnerable; all emotions were now showing on his face as the one sparkling tear hung on his cheek.
I finally got the will to speak again,
âOkay, Loganâ I wiped the tear away, âI wonât argue, but that doesnât mean that I accept your dying, Iâll do whatever it takes to get you home aliveâ I said sternly.
He smiled and pulled me into yet another kiss. I let myself relax in his embrace.
After pulling back, I thought for a second, maybe I can help him.
âVivia told me more about theâŠconnection we seem to have. She said that biting your mate can heal you; she said that your mateâs blood is the only thing that can save you. Or so she had thoughtâ I muttered.
He stared at me thoughtfully for a long time âour father had told us those legends when we were young, he and my mother wereâŠmates, as he called it. He used to teach us to be true to our mates, and always be there for themâ he murmured, stroking my cheek with the tip of his finger.
I was distracted momentarily by his touch, the way my skin tingled, and the way one simple touch could muddle my thoughts so completely. âI was thinkingâŠmaybe you shouldâŠbite meâ I mumbled hesitantly.
He frowned thoughtfully âIâŠtalked to my father about it, if I had ever found my mate, what biting would be like for her. He explained that it was painful as first, but it turns out to be quiteâŠpleasurable, after the first biteâ he seemed to grow red under his tan skin.
I blushed as well, looking down at my hands âI donât know how affective it would be in this dream world, but itâs worth a try. Hurting you is the very last thing in this world that I want to doâ he mumbled the last part, stroking a finger across my neck.
I looked up into his eyes âI donât care how much it hurts, as long as your better when you awake from thisâ I muttered in determination.
He sighed, staring lovingly into my eyes âso selflessâ he murmured, as if to himself.
He leaned over and kissed my neck, where my pulse hammered âI wonât do it if youâre not completely sureâ he said, his hot breath hitting my skin.
I gripped the tops of his arms, leaning my forehead on his shoulder âdo itâ I set my jaw in determination.
He pulled me closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around my waist âI love youâ he said before sinking his teeth into my shoulder. It hurt, more than breaking a finger or a toe; I had to muffle my cry in his shoulder. But soon all that was overpowered by pleasure, overwhelming pleasure! I moaned as his arms tightened and he sunk his teeth deeper.
I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, gripping his shirt so tight I thought I might rip it. My whole body was a live wire; every touch to my skin was like fire, and I could feel it coursing through my veins.
I moaned into his shoulder, making a feral, yet very sexy growl escape his lips. He broke free of the bite, both of us gasping for breath; I donât think either of us expected the reaction I had. He gently licked the wound clean, watching as it healed.
âI donât think this is a dream, pleasure like that cannot even be comprehended in a dreamâ Logan murmured before kissing my neck once again.
We sat in each otherâs arms for a while longer, until I felt myself fading. His resigned sigh told me that he could feel himself fading as well âgoodbye, Johanna, I love youâ he murmured, giving me one last kiss.
I put my hand on his cheek âgoodbye LoganâŠI-â
I woke with a start, my breathing was erratic, and my mind was muddled. The room was dark, except for the small candle beside my bed. I looked down at Aileen, whom was sleeping peacefully by the bed. I worked to slow my breathing; I wished we still had her pups with her. We gave them to children around the town square, so now there is only her and I.
I lay back down, staring at the ceiling.
âHeâs safe, Johannaâ a familiar warm voice murmured.
I jerked back up, looking around the dark room; I saw nothing âfather?â
No answer.
Aileen was awake now, alert and ready as she looked around âmust have been my imaginationâ I mumbled, kneading my forehead.
I lay back down and tried to think, but my fatherâs imaginary words kept replaying âheâs safe, Johannaâ
Was he safe? Is he healing? Will I be able to see him again? I missed Logan dearly, and I hoped to God that he was alive and well.
With one last prayer, I fell asleep, my thoughts on Loganâs health.
I awoke to Aileenâs quiet crying; she licked my face and walked over to the door, sitting down impatiently. âOkay, Aileen, Iâm upâ I mumbled.
I braided my hair, and put on a white, gossamer dress with white slippers. Aileen suddenly barked a booming, urgent sound that made me jump. Right after, I felt my stomach lurch, and excruciating pain in my arm. It suddenly cracked with an audible âsnapâ and I cried out in pain, holding my now broken arm. My other arm suddenly snapped as well and I cried out again, trying to go and get the guards that would stand outside my doors. Aileen cried and barked a few times at the door, just as I took my fifth step, I felt pain lance up both my legs simultaneously and I screamed, âhelp me!â as loud as I could as I fell to the ground. I felt my stomach lurch again, and felt the skin there stretch, pain lanced through my hands as my fingers curled inward and my fist started growing chocolate brown hair as it grew bigger.
I felt my face contort and the skin stretch, my ears stretched upward. I had fallen in front of my mirror, and all
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