CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE – LOGAN’S WRATH

What followed was a blur of sound and motion, a chaotic melee that seemed to unfold in fleeting glimpses and half-remembered snapshots. Logan was a whirlwind of fury, his claws and fangs rending flesh and bone as he battled the twisted werewolves with a savage grace that was as awe-inspiring as it was terrifying. Laura, for her part, did her best to hold her own, ducking and weaving through the fray with a nimble agility born of sheer desperation. She fought with everything she had – fists, feet, anything and everything that could be used as a weapon against the monstrosities that surrounded them. But for every opponent that fell, two more seemed to take its place, their numbers never-ending, their savagery unrelenting. Laura could feel her strength waning, her limbs growing heavy with fatigue as the battle raged on and on. Then, just when she thought she could fight no longer, a voice cut through the chaos – a familiar, beloved voice that lanced through the fog of adrenaline and fe