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

Logan’s POV

　　Pain hit me so suddenly that I completely lost my balance.

　　I gasped as I fell to my knees.

　　“Logan!”

　　“Dad!”

　　I heard screams around me and I felt hands trying to lift me back up.

　　I couldn’t focus on anything or anyone. I didn’t feel my legs. I didn’t feel my entire body.

　　All I felt was pain. Immense, indescribable pain. I felt like my soul was being ripped out of my body. I felt like my insides were burning. My heart didn’t feel like it was breaking, it felt like it exploded into a million tiny pieces.

　　“Dad!”

　　“Lift him up!”

　　“Check on her!”

　　My ears were buzzing. My vision was blurry.

　　“Oh, Goddess, Emma!”

　　Emma?

　　I tried to look at her, but I was completely disoriented. I didn’t know where she was. Was she in front of me? Was she to my left? I tried to figure out where I was standing when the pain struck, but I couldn’t focus enough to do that.

　　Where was my mate? What happened to her? Was she okay?

　　I groaned loudly as a wave of nausea washed over me. My head was spinning and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

　　“Dad!” I heard a woman scream.

　　It was my princess. It had to be my princess. I wanted to look at her, but I couldn’t find her. Everything was blurry and the beads of sweat that were continuously falling from my forehead and into my eyes weren’t helping at all.

　　I felt Sophia’s hands on my face.

　　“Dad!” she cried out. “Dad, please!”

　　She leaned over me and I could see something that resembled my daughter’s beautiful face. It was blurry, but I could see it.

　　I could tell that my princess was sobbing. I wanted to comfort her, but I couldn’t find my voice. I couldn’t speak. I was in too much pain.

　　But my child was scared. My child was crying. My child needed me.

　　So I forced my arm to move. I focused all my attention on that place on my body where my arm should have been and I forced myself to move it. I lifted it slowly and tried to hold my daughter.

　　Someone helped me. Someone took my hand in theirs and placed it against my daughter’s cheek. I felt her hand grab mine.

　　“Oh, Dad,” she cried out. “Stay with me, please. I need you. Lex needs you. Mom needs you.”

　　Emma needed me?

　　I shut my eyes tightly, hoping that my vision would clear up when I opened them. I needed to see Emma. I needed to find her.

　　“Maybe we should help him up and lay him next to her,” someone said. “That could help them both.”

　　Oh, yes. I needed someone to take me to my mate. I needed to make sure that she was okay. I groaned and forced myself to nod, hoping that someone would see me do that. I needed them to see. I needed them to help me.

　　I felt someone grab me and pull me up. I sighed in relief and wanted to thank them, but I still couldn’t speak.

　　“It’s okay, Dad,” I heard my son’s voice. “I will take you to her.”

　　I forced my legs to move. I could see something that resembled a bed in front of me and I wanted to sob. I was close. I was close to her.

　　“Come on, Dad, sit,” my son said and I felt him pulling me down. “She is here.”

　　I felt some sort of fabric being placed on my forehead and the sweat was gone. I wanted to thank them for doing that, but I couldn’t. I still couldn’t.

　　I started feeling around until my hand found what I was looking for. I sobbed in relief and wrapped my arms around her. My boy fell limply next to hers.

　　Feeling her against me eased the pain a little. I pressed my cheek against hers and tried to take a deep breath. Her scent entered my lungs and I could think clearly for a second.

　　Was this it? Was she dying? Was she losing?

　　No! Fuck no!

　　Being next to her made it easier to find my voice.

　　“Emma,” I managed to mumble. “Fight, baby, fight.”

　　“Dad,” I heard my daughter’s broken voice.

　　I was now able to focus a bit better. I turned my head to my left and saw my daughter next to me. She was crying and she looked like she was about to pass out.

　　“It’s okay, princess,” I mumbled as I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her to me. “Your mom will be okay. She is fighting so hard.”

　　I felt Alex wrap his arms around Sophia and me.

　　“Hi, bud,” I mumbled, trying to look at him.

　　“I am so scared,” Sophia cried out. “You and Mom can’t leave us. You can’t.”

　　I tightened my arm around her and pulled her closer so I could kiss her temple.

　　“We won’t leave you, princess,” I said, trying to sound convincing. “I promise. Your mom is fighting and she will come back to us.”

　　I saw Alex leaning his head on hers. He looked completely distraught. He looked like he was about to scream and cry. He looked like he was in pain.

　　My heart broke and I wished that there was something I could do to make this easier on my kids.

　　“I love you,” I told them. “Your mom loves you so much. She is fighting for you. She is fighting to get back to you. I am sure of it. She will come back to us.”

　　Alex tightened his jaw and gave me a small nod. Sophie sobbed and leaned more into me. I kissed the top of her head and looked at my mate.

　　It was the first time I was able to see her beautiful face clearly.

　　“Come on, baby,” I said. “We are waiting. You can do it.”

　　I had to keep repeating that. I had to keep convincing myself that she would come back to me.

　　If she died, I would die too and we couldn’t do that to our kids. I couldn’t leave them. She had to fight. She had to win.