Logan could smell those wild roses from a mile away. It was one of those scents that calmed his core. On his knees, Logan looked up at the woman near him. He heaved a heavy breath and cast his eyes down at the ground.
Only for a moment.
Logan lifted his gaze focused only on Beauty, ignoring the horse. "Hey." It was all he could give her. His heart raced. It hurt. It hurt, badly.
Stung, Logan's gaze fell again to the splinters at his knees.
"You shouldn't be here," Logan breathed. He could hit berserker again and he didn't want to be responsible for her being hurt.