CHAPTER 79

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE - Dying Logan's 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 my life, dying. No. No, no, no, no, please, no! Not my Emma, not my baby. Not her, please, not her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to feel her. I wanted to see her and hear her wonderful voice. I fucking needed her. I needed her to live. I needed her to breathe. I needed her to exist. I couldn't lose her. Not her. I wanted to stand up and fight. I wanted to run to her and save her. I wanted to kill the motherfucker, but I couldn't move. The pain had me whining and thrashing on the floor. 'EMMA!' Leon was screaming inside my head. 'NO, BABY, NO!' I could see Andrew shifting back, kneeling next to me, and grabbing a fistful of my fur. "IS SHE DEAD