Chapter 80:

LOGAN.

Oh goddess, the wound fucking hurts, but when you are used to all the pain in the world, nothing fazes you anymore, the pain from the arrow blade still hurts, but it’s nothing compared to the pain of my darkness.

The only thing that sinks me in, that makes me want to crawl somewhere and escape. I am stuck in this room- thank goddess, it’s not a freaking hospital room, those made me cringe, the smell of stale coffee, and syringes, never a fan of those white rooms.

I am in my bedroom; it’s hard to think of what the time is because I am on the bed, not even moving for a bit, rain thunders outside, tiny drops biting at my bedroom window. The white glass from outside flushes with rain water, a bandage is strapped around my shoulder.

I try to roll to the other side of the bed, but I winced, fuck that wolfs bane. The attack is still fresh in my mind, the way the arrow skidded into the forest and down into me, it would take a professional shooter to target that well, even I can’t targe