Logan

You don't remember much about the accident—only that you hit a sand-brown wolf, who seemed larger than any normal wolf could be, and now, you were semi-conscious and could hear the high-pitched, excited voice of a teenage girl echoing in the room. "Is she 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 lightly up and down, followed by a deep, harsh growl that even made you recoil slightly. A deep, soft voice spoke in a calm and composed manner, completely stopping the girl's screams and giggles. "Stop it, Leah, you're going to rip your stitches and it's not funny; those Deltas and Gammas could have actually killed her if I hadn't arrived fast enough." Memories come flooding back—of the accident—you had hit the sand-brown wolf, likely Leah, and after trying to load her into your truck to take her to the conservation center for help, a pack of other wolves had emerged from the edge of the trees, attacking you to stop you. You didn't know why, or how, but something felt strange and the thought made your stomach knot. "The Alpha is right, Leah. She's lucky Logan was there in time to practically shred eight of them because they were attacking his precious mate. A human." Another voice, sounding more arrogant and playful, drawls with a smirk while nudging Logan, and once again, Logan's deep growl sounds out, 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'll survive?"