{~~Avery Sterling~~}We were seated, and Logan ordered for us both. Since I have no idea what the restaurant serves, all the names on the menus are.... weird. With no ingredient instructions. I have some allergies but not very prominent ones so I should be fine. I turned my head, surveying the people around us. In this area, there weren’t more than twelve tables.Logan has gotten us white wine, and an appetizer to keep our mouths busy while the main course was being prepared. It was nice. I could see someone that I recognized. My spine immediately tensed up. I know that face a little bit too much. A guy who’d gone out with me for a day just so he could get with my sister- yes, she went out with him while Logan was pining for her. She didn’t give a fuck. I think she liked it better when the men dated me, and then her.Like they were making the conclusive comparison that she was far better than me. Of course, it never made me feel alright. I was uncomfortable the moment I saw his face.

{~~Avery Sterling~~}The shower I took was a blur to me, I was already feeling like I wasn’t enough, and I couldn’t give him the hundred percent of myself. I leaned my head up against the shower wall, letting my brain calm down. I want Logan to see the girl I’ve become. But just like Darren, I feel like whether Ava is here or not people will always compare us. It doesn’t matter what I say, or do, these people knew Ava. They loved Ava, I’m going to need to let time change Logan’s mind.I finally turned off the shower and stepped out. I contemplated toweling off but didn’t have the emotional strength to make my body do anything other than to walk. So I walked, leaving a trail of wet spots as I made my way to Logan’s room. He was on his bed, tapping something on his phone.He wore black boxers, and nothing else. I stood by the door, hoping he would change his mind when he saw the state I was in. He turned his head upwards, finally glancing at me. His eyes locked with my own. The stormy g

{~~Avery Sterling~~}Yuiko was grateful to see me, but she could barely talk. Having used up all her energy to scream in the storm. I brought my bag forward, carefully working the piece of wood off her body. I cut my palm in the process but at least the log is now resting beside her as opposed to it previously being on her. I quickly wrapped my hand and worked on checking her body.Broken ribs, and hip. Shit, I can’t treat this. She’ll need the medic alpha. Which means I have to carry her out of this place back to her house. Oh dear goddess, save me. I got to my feet a second time, but I wobbled. The dizziness returned in full force. I pulled out the emergency pills from the side of the first aid bag.“Here, take two.” she swallowed quickly. The pills would offer her some reprieve from the bone, and it would prevent her body from further injuries. I pressed a button on the side of my watch, sending an emergency beacon to Logan because there was no way I could get us out of here during

{~~Avery Sterling~~}I was focused on just getting things done. I was on the couch, trying to make notes on my work for tomorrow. Although my hand hurts like a bitch, I knew Logan would be upset with me if I didn't get out of this funk. I know I have a fever. My body hurts, it feels hot when I touch my own skin but I feel cold. I'm hungry but I can't force myself to move. I have to focus. Logan wants me to make a list of the right diseases that young werewolves get affected by. So I've been working on that. It took me a while, but eventually I got things straightened out. My eyes were begging to be slammed shut. They just wanted a break from the work, but I wanted to push past that. When the doorbell rang, I was hoping it was Logan. I'd never met this man in my life. Ryan, I mean. He was tall, dark skinned, black locks, and sharp silver eyes that under a different light can blend into his whites like there were no separation. He was kind, and I think that upset Logan. I tried to

{~~Logan Grey~~}I got dressed slowly, nursing my hangover and making sure I didn't fuck up and mistakenly wear something weird. My head throbbed with every movement, and the light streaming through the window felt like daggers piercing my skull. I stumbled into the kitchen and made myself some coffee, the strong, bitter taste helping to cut through the haze of the hangover. As the warm liquid slid down my throat, I hoped it would wipe away the remnants of the previous night.I was in the process of letting the bitter taste wipe away the nasty hangover when Avery entered. She looked so much better than she had been yesterday. Her eyes were bright, and she was smiling. There was a certain lightness in her step that I hadn’t seen in a while. She wore long black pants, and a tight white shirt that seemed to show off a curve of her hips. She was pretty… almost. Not as pretty as woman who stabbed me in the heart, but I guess she's not bag. And her heeled shoes were even better. They added