Logan's POV
Damn him. He destroyed everything.
I had spent the entire day working myself to the bone, repairing whatever needed attention, hauling materials no one else would touch, pounding nails, cutting wood, scrubbing surfaces. Every task kept me close to Pauline's world. My muscles screamed in protest, yet my thoughts churned relentlessly with only her consuming every corner of my mind.
After everything I had accomplished today, all I wanted was to return home to her.
How perfect would that be?
Even when exhaustion weighs you down, even when the day batters you senseless, you walk through that door and she's there. Waiting for you. The vision of your wife, your destined mate, and your child rushing into your embrace, filling every empty space inside you with light. That vision had become everything I lived for now.
But then he showed up and shattered it all.
Arnold.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" he demanded.
