He blurred.
Literally vanished.
Within seconds, the Khronwulf leader screamed from the edge of the clearing. Logan had him pinned against a tree by the throat, feet dangling off the ground.
“I was twelve when you treated my family like garbage,” Logan snarled, eyes wild. “Now I’m going to return the favor. Slowly.”
“No—please!” the cultist coughed. “I—let's just talk things out, Alpha.”
Logan’s fingers clenched tighter. “And now you’ll talk about shits with my father straight in hell.”
With one feral twist, Logan snapped his neck. The body crumpled to the floor, eyes wide open in permanent terror.
All around, the remaining cult members scattered, some crying, others begging the earth to open up and swallow them whole.
Logan turned, his body swaying slightly. He was bleeding heavily
