I lay on the ground, the searing pain coursing through my body was almost unbearable. Each breath felt like a struggle, as if my very life force was slipping away, leaving me on the precipice of death.Logan’s large, and visibly angry wolf’s throw had sent me hurtling through the air, crashing into the unforgiving floor with a bone-jarring impact. My heart stubbornly beat, a reminder that the will to survive still burned within me, even as everything else seemed to be spiraling out of control.My blurry eyes caught onto Logan who was now fully naked in all his glory which I am thankful for: I’m not seeing his large wolf around anymore. His eyes seemed to have tuned down from angry mode, back into its Teal colors. He ran towards me with a teary-eyed and regretful expression, I could barely find the strength to respond. The pain was all-consuming, drowning out the sound of the world around me. “Morana . . . Morana, it’s me. Wake up!” Unlike earlier, I had no more strength to even simp

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I felt a hand touch me from behind and a shriek instaneously came out of my mouth out of the frustration that’s been clawing inside of me ever since I realized the situation I’m in.Oh shit, I did not just sound like that.It sounded like a hoarse male groan in high pitch.Silence reigned in the room after that. Not one of the guests dared to speak. Everyone was frozen solid on their spot as they look at me with questioning eyes. “Ahem, I-I mean—” I cleared my throat, glowering at everyone like how I imagined a man would react if he ever finds himself annoyed with too many people. The most fortunate thing about this is the fact that I’ve grown surrounded with so many guys to know how they behave all too well to fuck this up. Or so I hope.“What I mean is step back.” I growl at the woman who touched me from behind. She looked worried earlier, yet a tinge of coyness tainted her touch, making it even more gross than it is. I step away from the crowd, across