Chapitre 79: CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE – Dying

　　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 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.