CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE – The White Wolf (part three)

　　Emma POV

　　My body was in pain.

　　My soul was tearing apart.

　　My heart felt completely shattered.

　　I didn’t want another mate. I didn’t need another mate. I had Logan. I wanted Logan. I needed Logan. I loved Logan. Only him, Goddess. Only him.

　　I wanted to scream and cry. I wanted to burn the world to the ground.

　　The panic inside me was increasing. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. Something was stuck in my throat, and I couldn’t even speak. Something was sitting on my chest. Something was holding my body in a vice-like grip.

　　I knew that Logan wouldn’t mark me again. I knew it. I saw it in his eyes. He was afraid that he wasn’t the one.

　　But he was! He was! I knew it!

　　“Emma, love, no.” I heard my brother’s voice. “We need proof first.”

　　I didn’t need proof. I knew that he was the one.