Lose her wolf

Emily. Consciousness returns slowly, like honey dripping from a tree. My lashes weighted and sticky. The world swims into focus, all fuzzy edges and muted colors. A figure looms at my bedside, tall and broad-shouldered. Dark hair, golden skin, the angular slash of a jaw... "Leo?" I croak, my voice merely a thin rasp. The figure leans closer, features sharpening. Not Leo. Glacier-blue eyes instead of molten amber, piercing glinting in the firelight. It is Logan. Something clenches in my chest, a barb of disappointment laced with relief. Part of me had hoped... but no. Leo isn't here. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty." Logan's smile is a softer thing than I'm used to. "Welcome back to the land of the living." I struggle to sit up, my limbs weak and uncooperative as overcooked spaghetti. Logan's hands are gentle as he helps me, his touch professional and impersonal as he props a pillow behind my shoulders. "How long was I out?" I managed to ask, my tongue thick and clumsy in my mouth. Logan's expres