Chapter 49

Logan Wilson. I stared at the place where Esme had been standing a few minutes ago. I had the pleasure of seeing a small smile spread across her face while she waved goodbye. I had seen Esme smile more times in the past few minutes than I had since she had arrived. I was pleased that she was slowly getting her voice back, although I had only heard her talk when her voice was hoarse and croaky I knew that when her throat was finally healed her voice would sound like angels singing. The bruises that had decorated Esme's skin when she had arrived on my territory were now gone and her skin a smooth, flawless creamy white that I longed to run my fingertips over but I knew that I couldn't. Esme had a difficult past and it was all because of her father. I felt myself growl at the thought of him and the times that he had laid his hands on her. My wolf was pushing against the barrier within my mind to break free and hunt down the bastard that had dared to