#Chapter 146 I Forbid It
Third Person
Emily curls up on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees as tears stream down her face. Her sobs seem to tear her from the inside out, her body hunched over and trembling. Her chest aches, hands shaking, and her thoughts make her head spin, throwing her into a spiral of despair.
All she wants—needs—is Logan. His arms, his voice, his unwavering presence. But instead, he's standing outside the locked bedroom door like a stranger. Someone who wishes to stop her from unveiling the truth and unearthing her wolf.
“Emily,” Logan’s voice comes through the wood, muffled but clear, “please open the door. Don’t do this…let’s talk about it, yeah? Don’t shut me out. Not again.”
“Go away,” she cries out, her voice hoarse. She covers her face with her hands, trying to stop the tears from falling out. It’s useless. “I said I need time. Just leave me alone, Logan.”
“I can’t,” he says, shaking his head. He presses his forehead against the wooden door, a sig

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