CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND EIGHT

“Who is there!"The voice came again loud and clear, quite demanding as it filled the night.

Logan was still right there thinking about what his next move would be, there appeared to be a lingering fear hovering around that to which he appeared to cling on.

Logan's eyes never left that dark shadowy figure looming over where he was, he cussed himself for the mistake he made, the fact that he hadn't looked at his path properly while disappearing into the shadows and had landed on a brittle twig snapping it to two, still all that filled the night sky was silence, first was the fact that it seemed to wear upon his heart forever, till the moment that had stood there still as the sound seemed to echo through the night air or the fact that his heart appeared to be sinking.

Confused of his bones he had stood stiffly at that one spot, he was so much confused that he

held his breath, praying that the noise hadn't carried far into the night enough to tell the guard, a new one by the way of wh