Pauline's POV
Logan insisted on accompanying me in the end.
He should have been handling pack business. There were certainly more pressing matters than shadowing my every movement like an oversized bodyguard.
But Windsor had demanded he ensure my safety, so here we stood, navigating the rocky terrain along the riverbank in search of medicinal plants.
Each step sent mud squelching beneath my boots as we traversed the softer patches of earth. Logan maintained his position directly behind me, close enough that I could detect every whisper of movement from his clothes and each subtle shift in his breathing pattern.
His vigilance bordered on suffocating. He swept branches from my path before I even registered their presence, caught my arm when the ground became uneven, cleared debris from my route to prevent any stumbles.
I halted so suddenly that he nearly collided with my back. Spinning around, I fixed him with a withering stare.
"Would you quit it?" I demanded.
