“Logan? You shouldn’t be with me, you should be with Anya” I state quite bluntly, he looks taken back, and almost hurt, so I feel bad, this isn’t his fault, I know it isn’t.

“Baby, don’t…” he goes to touch my cheek, I quickly step back “I’ve been looking for you, I wanted to speak to you” as he speaks I notice Anya standing across the field slightly from us, looking beautiful in a short turquoise dress, her dark hair in big curls down her back. Her dark eyes, glaring in our direction, I knew she had seen what was happening…

“Don’t call me that Logan. Your mate doesn’t want...