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Thirty Six.

Logan’s POV

They put me in a dungeon and bound me in chains. They knew I was stronger than the average wolf, but they were unaware how strong.

Chains bound my wrists and ankles, as they locked me to the wall. They draped chains around my neck too, trying to weigh me down, trying to break me.

Darkness filled the dungeon, there wasn’t even a tiny bit of light unless they came with flame torches.

The witches tried constantly to get in my head, the same way as I would have done to them but I had years of practice. There was no possible way that they would get in my head. I had learnt from one of the best witches I knew. My only concern was Lana.

She filled my head every waking moment, but I had to keep her hidden. They couldn’t find her, they couldn’t know that I could link her, they couldn't know anything about her. Fuck, she was growing on me.

A whip slams against my back, the wolfsbane searing my skin, blood trickles down me as the Rogue demands answers.

Years I had kept my identity
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