Eva's POV

"What the hell were you thinking?!" I flinched slightly from Logan's loud voice, which he was directing towards me. "Didn't you know how dangerous what you did was?" He yelled.

"I'm strong enough to fight too. Am I not the Luna of this pack or was that just for show?" I snapped back angrily.

I really don't see what the problem was. I fought several rogues without a single scratch on my body. It was all going well until I was suddenly picked up and thrown over the shoulder of a very angry Logan.

The threw me in our old room and locked me inside, not even sparing me a glance.

"Yes, you might be the Luna but fighting like that will get you hurt. You're not trained enough. And wearing that dress nonetheless." He replied.

I scoffed, offended. "I'm trained enough in my own way. I've got my Gumiho powers to help me." I answered as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You can't only rely on them. Alexis said that you might lose control and in the process lose your soul. Why are you so careless?" He snapped back at me.

"I am not careless. Why are you even so mad about this? It's over, I'm okay."

"Because that was Drake's pack and they came here to get you!" Logan yelled angrily.

His words shocked me head to toe.

"W-what?" I stuttered as I looked at him dumbfounded.

"Just forget it." Logan sighed and left the room.

What did he mean that it was alpha Drake's pack? Th-they came to get me? No way. No way I'm going back.

Now it all made sense. Why Logan was so mad at me for leaving that safe room and showing my powers.

God, and here I was arguing with him over it like some insensitive idiot. I'm definitely going to rot in hell.

I ran out the room and down the stairs.

The pack house was filled with people. The injured getting treated, the families rejoining.

My eyes scanned the packed living room in search for Logan but I couldn't find him anywhere.

"Eva!" I heard someone call me. I turned around to come face to face with the twins.

"You were so awesome Eva. So cool." Black gushed out. My attention however, wasn't on them, I was too busy searching for Logan.

"Yeah, total bad ass with all your fire tricks." Blaine continued with a grin.

"Yeah...sure...I'll go inform them." I mumbled as I walked past them, I wasn't even sure what they said and I wasn't sure if my answer was the ideal thing to say.

I couldn't care less though right now, there's a certain alpha I should find.

"Chloe, have you seen Logan?" I asked her. She was sitting next to an injured Jake, attending to his wounds.

"No, sorry Eva." She replied apologetically.

I gave her a small nod and left.

"He went out." I turned to find Alexis pointing to the front door.

I nodded her way with a small smile then sprinted out the pack house.

Maybe he went to our house.

With that thought, I stared running to the direction of the house.

The lights were all turned off except for the small bulb lighting the entrance.

He might be sitting in the dark to try and calm himself down.

I opened the door slowly and peeked inside.

"Logan." I called but there was no answer.

"Lo~gan~" I called again in a sing song , trying to come off as innocent as ever as I entered the house and started making my way up the stairs.

I opened our bedroom door to find him lying on his back, and one of his hands turned on its back and placed above his eyes.

"Logan." I called in a whisper but again he didn't answer.

Looks like he really is made at me.

I tip toed towards him until I was standing beside his side of the bed.

I poked his side. "Logan. Did you fall asleep?" I asked, even though I know the answer.

His breath wasn't even and his heart wasn't calm. The thought of him ignoring me broke my heart.

"Are you really not going to answer me?" I asked as I went to the other side of the bed and climbed next to him.

"I am really sorry Logan. I didn't know that it was alpha Drake's pack coming to get me. I just felt obliged to help and protect my pack members." I told him truthfully, trying to make him forgive me.

Again, he didn't answer.

I sighed deeply. "You really are going to ignore me like that, right." I stated more than asked as I sighed deeply.

"Well, it us my fault anyways." I mumbled to myself as I dove under the blankets.

I turned to the other side so my back was to Logan.

I felt guilt overflow inside of me but most importantly, I was afraid. I didn't want Logan to hate me and find me bothersome. He's the most important thing in my life. The first one to love and care about me, in a way that I never experienced before, not even from my parents. I can't lose him.

I think a tear or two fell from my eyes but I refused to acknowledge them.

I felt the bed move behind me and then a pair of perfectly toned arms snaked themselves around my waist. Logan brought our bodies closer and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

"L-Logan." I called.

"Just go to sleep. We'll talk later." He said and kissed my neck gently.

I did as he said as just closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

* * *

"Eva." I turned around quickly to look at a sleepy looking Logan standing at the kitchen's entrance.

I was already showered, dressed up and currently preparing breakfast.

"Ah, you're up." I replied. "Quickly go wash up and come down to have breakfast." I said before he could open his mouth to speak.

"Eva what-"

"Ahh, I didn't know what you preferred so I prepared a variety of things. I made pancakes, eggs, French toast, and I even made a fruit salad."

"Eva-" Logan started again.

"Hurry up and go shower so we could eat. Hurry up." I said as I pushed him out of the kitchen. He just sighed and went upstairs.

I let out a breath in relief. I wasn't ready to see him mad at right now. We should at least have breakfast first.

I finished setting everything on the table and say on one if the stool waiting for Logan to come down.

I heard his footsteps descending the stairs and I took in a deep breath to calm myself.

Just act normal Eva, I'll just explain my point of view and try to come up with some excuse for the dress. It'll be fine.

"It's not like I'm going to kill you you know." Logan's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I turned my head to look at him. His hair was damp from the shower he just took, though he changed into a pair of dark denim jeans and a black v-neck.

"Are you hungry?" I asked as I turned around to grab two glasses for the juice.

Logan came from behind me and held my hands. I let go of the glasses and waited, my body as stiff as a log.

"Let's talk." He commanded.

There was no getting out of this so I just nodded and followed him into the living room.

He sat on the couch and motioned for me to sit next to him.

He opened his mouth to speak but I beat him to it.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for what happened yesterday. I didn't mean to worry you and I wasn't really in my right mind when I yelled and argued with you. I just didn't like the feeling of being useless and weak. I was always weak before you found me and I want to change that." I told him truthfully as I lowered my head.

I could feel Logan's gaze on me as he just sat there silently.

The silence was killing me and causing unwanted thoughts to run through my head.

"What will you do to make it for me?" Logan said after a while and I could feel the teasing tone in his voice.

I looked up at him in confusion. "What?"

"You said you were sorry, prove it." Logan replied with a shrug.

"Er..h-how do I do that?" I mumbled.

Logan shrugged again as he stood up from his place. "I don't know."

What the...

So, what? I'm still not forgiven? Shall I go on my knees and beg?

"Wait." I called after him as I grabbed his arm, stopping him mid way.

He turned around around and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Yes?"

"So, did you forgive me?" I asked wearily, afraid of the answer.

Please don't hate like my parents. Please don't hate me. I prayed in my head as I closed my eyes tightly. I know I might be a bit overreacting but think that if I made any mistake or if I angered him, he'd regret taking me as his mate and just throw me like how my parents did.

I felt Logan come closer then place his lips on my forehead in a gently kiss.

I looked up at him as he pulled back.

"I'd never hate you Eva." He said as a small smile grazed his lips.

He didn't wait for me to say anything and started making his way back to the kitchen.

Does that mean that we're okay? Did he forgive me or not?

"I'll be looking forward to how you're going to make up for yesterday." I heard Logan yell from the kitchen.

So I'm not forgiven?

I groaned inwardly. God, that boy is confusing.

* * *

"What are you and Logan doing tomorrow?" Chloe asked as me and her were preparing dinner in the pack house's kitchen.

I looked up at her in confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked.

She raised her eyebrows at me. "Fourteenth of February? valentine's day?" She said in a duh tone. "Doesn't ring a bell?"

I thought about it for a moment. I've never really got the chance to celebrate Valentine's day. I've seen my former pack members enjoy it though, with all the chocolates, gifts and romantic, fancy dinners.

"W-what do I do?" I asked hesitantly.

Chloe looked at me like I've grown two heads. "Are you serious Eva? Have you not celebrat-" She stopped mid sentence as realization crossed her features. "Never mind." She mumbled.

Suddenly, her face lit up like a child on Christmas. "How about this, we go later tonight or maybe tomorrow and shop for chocolates and new dresses?" She suggested with excitement.

"Shop for chocolates? Why don't we make them ourselves? Won't it be more special this way?" I asked hopefully.

She thought about it for a couple of seconds before her face lit up again and her mouth broke into a wide grin.

"That would be awesome. We can even get Claire, Alexis and anyone else who want to join."

I nodded happily.

That would be my chance to fully make it up to Logan. He'll love it....hopefully.

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I'm so sorry for the late update but I was busy with other things, including the story I was writing for wattpad's #justwriteit challenge. That story is finished though and now, I'll be concentrating more on this one.

And for those who are interested, the story I wrote for the #justwriteit challenge is called "Rejected'. Please check it out.

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