CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN – The White Wolf (part two)

　　Logan POV

　　I heard her wrong.

　　I had to have heard her wrong.

　　There was no way, no fucking way, that there was another man who…

　　No.

　　I fucking heard her wrong.

　　“What?” Andrew growled, breaking the silence that followed after the woman’s last words.

　　The witch looked at Andrew and took a deep breath.

　　“The witches decided to curse the White Wolf with two true mates.” she said. “They knew that would create a war.”

　　She said it again. She said two true mates, didn’t she?

　　Did I hear that wrong? Was something wrong with my ears?

　　Leon was still. Too fucking still for my liking. I couldn’t even reach him.

　　“I don’t understand.” Emma mumbled, making me look at her.

　　She was mine. I was her true mate. She was my true mate. There wasn’t another man for her. There wasn’t another man who would take her from me.