#Chapter 92 Savior

Logan The back of my mind tangled as I watched emily exit at the office. My gut instinct told me to follow her, to chase her to the end of the Earth, to pull her back into my arms and tell her just how sorry I am for all of the things that I have done against her. I hesitate, though. If nothing is wrong and she is okay, she is sure to hate me for the rest of our lives. She will hold a vendetta against me for all of the sins that I have committed, leaving my chest, feeling hollow and empty without her in my life. It is a risk that I do not know that I am willing to take just yet. My foot taps against the floor, my eyes never leaving the elevator doors once they shut. Something from inside of me screams for me to follow. To close the distance that she has put between us so easily, effortless in its malice. I shake my head, unable to rid the feeling. It claws at the inside of my mind, distracting me away from the papers that I need to sign to solidify my pack’s standing in the wor