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Chapter 113.

LOGAN’S POV

I went into my bathroom to wash my face. I splash water on my face as I gazed at myself in the mirror. I lifted my red colored hair and tied it at the back of my head. I placed my right hand on my right eye that was no more. I felt inside the eye. The flesh and the blood gushing as I moved my fingers inside the eye still felt fresh. Anytime I touch my right eye, I recall what happened between my father and I. How he hit my mother to death and how I stabbed him to death. Those nightmares still haunt me at night. They were more than just nightmares, it felt like a curse.

A curse I was burdened with. A curse I had to carry on my shoulders till the rest of my life. When I die, I hope this curse does to me. I’d always hoped I died early and that’s why I’ve seeked a successor that would carry on the Red beast pack. The members of my pack aren’t supposed to suffer because of my curse. They deserve to live in unity even after my death. I untied my silky red hair and let some of it
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