True Luna: The Final Battle (The White Wolf Series Book 6)

Logan’s POV

　　I ran my fingers through Emma’s hair and tried to swallow the lump in my throat. She looked so peaceful. She looked like she was sleeping.

　　She looked the same as she looked the day I fell completely in love with her.

　　I loved her my entire life. I loved her even before I knew that she was my mate. My love for her was different back then. I felt the need to protect her. I felt the need to keep her safe. I watched her grow up and my love for her was always there.

　　But that completely changed the moment I saw her standing on those stairs. The love I felt before was nothing compared to the love I felt for her the moment I figured out that she was my mate. Everything else became irrelevant. She became the center of my world. She became the reason my heart was beating. She became the source of air and life. She became my everything.

　　I was an idiot who didn’t listen to my heart and my body. I was blinded by duty toward my pack and I made the biggest mistake of my life. I thought that I needed someone stronger. I thought that she was too young to be a Luna. I thought that my pack came first.

　　I was so fucking wrong.

　　She was supposed to be first. I didn’t see it then, but our love was all the strength I needed. I could have chosen the strongest she-wolf in the pack to be my Luna, but I would have still been a weak Alpha because I wouldn’t love her like I loved Emma.

　　And I loved Emma with my entire heart and soul. I was strong because I loved her. I was strong because I would fight against everything and anything to be with her. I was strong because I would win for Emma.

　　I would do anything for Emma.

　　But my hands were tied now. I couldn’t do anything except pray to the Goddess to bring her back to me. I couldn’t do anything except hold her and whisper into her ear how much I loved her.

　　I wasn’t even sure if she could hear me. I wasn’t even sure if it all made sense.

　　‘Leon?’ I called my wolf.

　　‘Yes, Logan?’ he responded immediately.

　　I could hear the desperation in his voice and I knew what the answer to my question would be before I even asked it.

　　‘Can you feel Eliza?’ I asked, my voice trembling. ‘Are you with her?’

　　‘No,’ Leon said and I closed my eyes. ‘I lost her. We lost her.’

　　I couldn’t hold back a sob that escaped me. Eliza was our only connection to Emma. She was the only one who could tell us if my baby was okay.

　　‘I will keep trying to talk to her, Logan,’ Leon said, whining quietly. ‘I won’t give up.’

　　I opened my eyes and leaned in to kiss Emma’s cheek.

　　‘Okay,’ I said. ‘Keep trying. Find her.’

　　I ran my fingers through Emma’s hair again. I kissed her cheek. I buried my nose into her neck and took a deep breath, letting her scent relax my muscles. I did anything and everything to feel close to her.

　　But I still missed her. I still wasn’t as close to her as I would be if she had been awake and talking to me. I wanted to hear her voice. I wanted to see her smile. I wanted to know that she would wake up and that I would hear her say that she loved me.

　　“Please, baby,” I mumbled into her neck as another tear fell on my cheek. “Please come back to me.”

　　I placed a soft kiss on her collarbone and looked up. She was still sleeping. She was still gone.

　　“Oh, my Goddess,” I heard someone mumble and I looked up.

　　I was so focused on her that I didn’t even hear anyone coming.

　　Amy, Drake, Rose, and Jake were standing by the door with shocked expressions on their faces. Amy and Rose were crying. Drake looked like he’d seen a ghost. Jake looked like he was going to burst into tears.

　　I looked back at Emma and caressed her cheek. I heard footsteps approaching.

　　“Oh, Goddess, Emmy,” Amy cried out as she kneeled next to me and took Emma’s hand in hers.

　　Amy shook her head and looked at me.

　　“How is this even possible?” she asked. “How can she be 18 again?”

　　I wish I knew how to answer that question. I wish I knew how to answer any question. I was clueless. I had so many questions and so many theories, but I couldn’t find the answer to any of them. I didn’t know shit and it was driving me crazy.

　　“I don’t know, Amy,” I mumbled, keeping my eyes on Emma. “I don’t know anything.”

　　“Is she really trapped somewhere?” Drake asked. “Is she really fighting you?”

　　I shrugged and looked up at Drake.

　　“That’s just a theory,” I said. “But considering the fact that the same pajamas she wore the day I rejected her just somehow appeared on her, I would say it’s a pretty solid theory.”

　　Drake shook his head in disbelief. “This is crazy. I thought that Daisy was messing with us when she told us what happened.”

　　“I just wish that there is something I can do,” I said, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. “This helplessness is killing me.”

　　Amy took my hand in hers and squeezed it tightly.

　　“You are doing a lot, Logan,” she said softly. “I am sure that Emma knows that you are here. I am sure that she can feel you.”

　　She gave me a small smile and looked at Emma.

　　“Your presence gives her strength,” she continued. “I am sure of it.”

　　I looked at my mate and closed my eyes. I leaned in and kissed her temple.

　　“Is it true, baby?” I mumbled. “Can you feel me? Do you know that I am here?”

　　She didn’t respond. I knew that she wouldn’t, but the hope was bigger. I would never lose hope that she would open those beautiful eyes and look at me. I would never lose hope that she would talk to me again. I would never lose hope that I would be able to tell her how much I loved her and hear her say it back.

　　“She knows, Logan,” Jake mumbled, making me look up at him. “She knows that you are here and she is fighting.”

　　Jake tightened his jaw and I saw tears gathering in his eyes.

　　“I always knew how strong she was,” he added. “And she is about to prove to all of us that I was right.”