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 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...