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(Aurora’s POV)
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Seeing the same grey Wolf that had haunted my dreams came to life was a surprised to me. I looked at the large grey Wolf on the other end. Our eyes met but both were complicated.
As his was the look of surprise, mine was the look of hate as I recalled the cruelty of how Logan had torn my late father’s head off, three years ago.
The memory of the pain I felt as my heart ripped into pieces watching how Logan had killed my father made my heart beats faster. I was in anger. And my body was crying in desire to shift to my Wolf form.
The memory of how I watched my father’s head rolled to the ground and blood spurted out was what was haunting my dreams at night. I could no longer look at Logan. I could not stand looking at the Wolf that killed my father.
“Logan!” I heard
