#Chapter 152 - Back In My Arms

Logan The phone vibrates against the console, the screen lighting up with an unknown number. My chest tightens. Every nerve in my body and mind screams at me to answer it. “Hello?” my voice is sharp, strained, already on edge from hours of searching for my missing wife. “Logan.” The voice slithers through the line, low and measured. Recognition flares, and my stomach twists. Wanda. “What the hell did you do with her?” the words rip out of me before I can think. Rage surges hot, bitter, and unrelenting. “If you hurt her, I swear—” “Quiet,” the witch cuts me off with chilling calm. “Emily is with me. She’s in labor. My home. The child is coming now.” Her words drop like stones. For a moment, my breath catches in my chest. “She’s…what?!” the exasperated words fall from my mouth before I can even stop them. “I don’t have time for your anger, wolf. The address is Birch Hollow, down the east road. Cottage in the woods. Come if you want to see your mate alive.” And just li