Logan POV

The anger I felt was indescribable.

My baby was chained. She was hanging from the ceiling. Her arms were above her head. She was unconscious. Her head was hanging on her chest. Her clothes were practically gone. I could see her skin. It was black and blue and covered in cuts and burns.

Oh, I was going to enjoy killing these fucking witches.

I let out a loud growl, and the witches looked at me.

They couldn’t break ...