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<p>Logan woke up the next morning feeling like he had been run over by a tractor. His whole body ached, and his head was banging like a tribal drum. His eyes were prickly with unshed tears and his throat was extremely dry.</p>
<p>He groaned and rolled to the other side of the bed. He flung his arm out, searching for any warmth from Aella but he felt none. He frowned and opened his eyes which had been gummed shut by sleep, and sat up. The arm which he had flung to the side was stiff and full of pins and needles. He groaned and flexed the arm a little bit, trying to resume blood flow to it.</p>
<p>"Fuck it." He muttered under his breath and tried to move out of bed but was attacked by a sharp pain to his head. His vision swimmed as vertigo came over him and he closed his eyes for some seconds, trying to regain his bearing. He felt like a narcotic patient going through withdrawal symptoms. Perhaps, I am going through withdrawal symptoms, he thought. One of the few things he really cared about was the danger of being pulled away from him and there was little to no thing he could do about it.</p>
<p>When he opened his eyes again, the vertigo had gone down. He picked up a glass of water that was on the dressing table beside him and took a sip, then moved to the edge of the bed. He took his head in his hands and ran shaky fingers between the strands of his hair. His ponytail had come loose and his hair flowed down his shoulders in coal-black waves.</p>
<p>He looked down at his shaky fingers. He could feel the anxiety from the previous night coming back. How did it feel so strange that only the previous day, he had arrived to the pack in high spirits? He felt like he had never been happy a day in his entire life.</p>
<p>He heard a slow creak and looked up from his shaky fingers to see Aella coming out from the bathroom. She had a white towel on and her hair was wet, the sign of having had a shower. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders like smoky black tendrils, and even from this distance, he could see the water droplets that darkened her already dark eyelashes. She smiled at him and he thought just how beautiful a woman she was. She definitely did not deserve a man who could not protect her from the worst; a man who could not bring himself to trust her. Even now, he was not sure he has regained his trust for her. He loved her. Heck, he was in love with her, hit him he could not yet bring himself to put his trust in her hands.</p>
<p>"Hey!" Aella said cheerfully from the bathroom door. "How are you feeling now?"</p>
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