CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

It was all he could get out of his mouth before he felt that sharp pain blow to the side of his head, he had fallen to the ground at first and touched his head when he felt that bit of pain, dropping his hand, it was stained with blood.

Now, Logan hadn't been in many fights all through his life. To make matters worse they were doubling up on him and the wisest thing for him to do would've been to just back off.

Wincing in pain, he looked around and saw two more men, he grimaced as he tried to stand up from the floor while holding his bleeding head.

“Well that serves you right, you deserve that!" The man had gritted through his teeth.

He wondered who was to blame for the altercation, most definitely him… in a way all of this wouldn't have happened if he just stuck to himself and Stayed at home, as it was clear they didn't know who he was.

He felt weak, but he managed to stand with his head throbbing hard. All through that he hadn't thought about the implications of what it was.

He cou