Logan

You don't remember much of the accident—only that you collided with a sandy brown wolf, which seemed larger than any normal wolf could be, and now you were semi-conscious and could hear the very high-pitched, excited voice of a teenage girl echoing around the room. "She's your mate? Logan! Really? She's your mate! The human who tried to take me to the conservation center! Ah! I'm so excited." You could hear high-pitched squeals and someone jumping slightly up and down, followed by a low, harsh growl that even made you stumble back a little. A deep, gentle voice spoke calmly and deliberately, completely stopping the girl's screams and giggles. "Stop it, Leah, you're going to tear your stitches, and it's no fun. Those Deltas and Gammas could have really killed her if I hadn't gotten there fast enough." The memories come flooding back—of the accident—you'd hit the sandy brown wolf, presumably Leah, and after trying to load her into your truck to take her to the conservation center for help, a pack of other wolves burst from the edge of the trees, attacking you to stop. You didn't know why or how, but something felt off, and the thought knotted your stomach. "The Alpha's right, Leah. She's lucky Logan was there in time to practically tear eight of them to shreds because they were attacking his precious mate. A human." Another voice, sounding more arrogant and playful, trails off with a smirk as it nudges Logan with its elbow, and once again, Logan's deep growl echoes, one that makes you recoil and your chest heave slightly. "Shut up, Sam." Logan's calm voice rings out again, rolling his eyes at his beta and little sister. "Did the healers say she would survive?"