Death Wolf
He grips their leg, clinging to it like a lifeline.
"Momma?"
Hope flares in his chest.
But then it shatters.
The air around them shifts. Dark. Wrong.
The figure lowers their hood, revealing pitch-black eyes that pierce through his soul.
Logan staggers back, shaking his head violently.
"No…" His voice trembles. "No, no, no…"
The woman smiles, but it’s not warm. It’s ice.
"Hello, Logan."
The darkness tightens around him, swallowing his little world whole. The woman standing in front of him was no longer his mother, but a monster, leading the ones surrounding him.
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