LOGAN'S POV
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I doubt that I've ever been more devastated. Not even when I started the first company, and failed, not when our lands were invaded by humans and we were forced to live among them, not when my cousin was ripped to shreds by another pack because he wandered too far into the woods alone, not when the children were basically just bones and starving.
Nothing of all the bad things compared to this feeling, the feeling of rolling in shards of glass that slices and penetrates the skin, and it hurts the most in my heart, where the stupid beating organ is overwhelmed and under pressure, shoved into a box, forced to beat when all it wants to do is the opposite.
"Logan," Aster says my name, and I hear it, I really hear him, but I can't speak. I can't answer. My tongue feels too hea
