JAKE’S P.O.V
Logan is a possessive bastard, I always knew that but this is a whole other level of possessive that I have ever seen.
I found Charlotte slumped on the floor in the middle of a ring of chalk. As soon as I saw her I had to let Logan know and I picked her up slowly- but no matter how careful I was, I was still handling the wounds on her back.
She must have been knocked out or drugged because she didn’t even flinch.
As soon as Logan saw us he took her from my arms and that was it. I have never seen his emotions so visibly on display. There was pain, anger, disbelief, relief and love shining through his eyes as he held her.
Everyone had the common sense to give them a car to themselves and I was the designated driver.
But that wasn’t where the real problem began, the real problem began when we got on the plane. I had asked our pack doctor to go with us but Logan wouldn’t release his grip on Charlotte long enough for her to be checked.