Logan's POV
Fucking hell.
She fucking did it.
My girl did it.
Avalon was unbelievably white with brown stripe scattered across her neck in a really fancy way as she lay chest down against the floor, totally unable to move with her thought getting louder and all over the place.
I bet she was confused on what to do with those pretty little paws of hers.
I quickly transformed into my own wolf, with Sam whimpering excitedly in my head to finally meet his mate.
Standing beside her, I nudged her back on her feet. She wobbled the first few times and i had to encourage her a little bit more.
"Avalon, can you hear me?" I tried talking to her through the mind link and she just whimpered instead.
I nuzzled my face around her neck gently and she turned and did same to mine after a few times, our scent getting mixed and in tone.
"Say something darling" I tried getting her to say something again and she scoffed at me.
"I can't Logan"