CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR

Tossing and turning on the bed he wakes Suddenly, with a gasp he looks around where he was with a lot of questions running through his mind.

It was another night of him having this mare or the past, in his soul it was dark and desolate as he had zero idea of what to do with all of this drama.

He gathered what was left of this shattered self he called his soul and got out of bed.

He roams the room free with one or several thoughts at the back of his mind, ranging from what he wanted to do that right moment to how he was dealing with all the drama that this came with.

Looking back at the sequence of events that had led up to that present situation Logan was left in absolute awe at the entire situation—

There was something about the fact that he was the only one that felt strange.

In his mind, all of these still seemed like a dream sort of. First, he took in the view of the entire building, it was his first night there, and his soul was still trapped in my nightmares.

He was strolling