They moved with urgency, sweeping through marketplaces, abandoned factories, back-alley structures, and every niche where danger might thrive. Logan had given the order with a thunderous rage in his voice—Find my child. Don’t stop until you do.They obeyed without question. Their leader’s fury had been terrifying enough, but the fear lingering behind it was even more compelling. Logan was not a man who feared easily. If he was shaken, then the situation was far worse than any of them initially thought.Hours passed, though time felt warped, stretched thin with dread and expectation.Meanwhile, Logan himself could not sit still. The usually composed, calculating man was now restless—pacing, breathing heavily, eyes darkened with a storm of grief and fury. His wife lay unconscious in the hospital, her life barely steadied by machines and exhausted doctors. His newborn child, the baby he had yet to hold, was somewhere out there in the hands of monsters.And then…it happened.A sudden p

Harry’s question still lingered in the air—“What’s the next step?”The words seemed to hover inside the dim safehouse, hanging between the peeling concrete walls and the flickering, yellow bulb overhead. Dust swirled lazily in the stagnant air. Everyone waited and watched Damien.But Damien didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he leaned back, lifted his chin toward the ceiling, and let out a deep, rolling laugh.Harry’s expression tightened. His arms crossed over his chest as he studied Damien with the wary patience of someone who had seen this man slip into madness before.Finally, Damien brought his laughter to an end. He wiped a small tear from the corner of his eye, completely amused by his own thoughts.“The next step,” he said, voice dripping with satisfaction, “is to fulfill my wish.”Harry cocked an eyebrow. “And what wish is that?”The question sliced the humor out of Damien instantly.His smile fell and his shoulders stiffened. His face shifted into something colder, darker

Logan’s words had barely settled when the inner room door swung open with a violent, splintering crack. The abrupt sound silenced even the trembling floorboards. Every head in the room snapped toward the source and a figure stepped out from the shadows almost arrogantly.He brushed dust from his sleeves with a practiced flick of his hand, as though he’d merely stepped out of a meeting and not into the center of a storm.“I’d love to see how you plan to make that happen,” the man said coolly, voice dripping with casual disdain.Logan’s head jerked upward, every muscle going rigid. His eyes narrowed to burning slits as the stranger stepped fully into the light.It was none other than Harry Sullivan.For one stretched-thin moment, Logan’s breath froze in his throat. The sight of Harry standing in Damien’s house—this house—sent a violent jolt through his veins. The house where his child had been murdered. The house where the air still stank of cold death. The house where Logan’s world

Harry stepped closer, fury twisting his face. “Fight me,” he snarled. “Man to man. No men. No guns. No excuses.” His voice dropped. “I want to end you myself.”Logan tilted his head, examining him with a silence more insulting than any words. And then—He laughed.“You?” Logan’s voice rumbled like a storm years in the making. “Finish me?”He stepped forward, closing half the distance between them with a single, ominous stride.“I’m going to end you,” Logan said quietly, coldly, with a calm that could freeze rivers. “Not just because you helped kill my child. Not just because you stood with Damien.”His voice lowered further.“But because you dared to stand here and pretend you’re invincible.”Harry’s lip curled.Then he laughed. Loud. Hysterical. Teetering on unhinged.“To finish you bastard? Logan, Logan… Logan…” Harry wiped at tears that weren’t really tears, his shoulders shaking with manic delight. “This is an opportunity. A golden one. When Charlotte is done crying over your co

Barbara took two sharp steps forward, her voice rising before anyone could stop her.“Charlotte, enough!” Barbara burst out, hands shaking. “I have been trying—truly trying—to be patient with you. But I cannot anymore.”The Sullivan relatives watching from the couches stiffened, their faces turning toward Barbara with a mixture of alarm and anticipation.Charlotte blinked rapidly. “Mom… what—what do you mean?”“What do I mean?” Barbara’s voice cracked like a whip. “I mean you are clearly not in your right senses! You lost your baby. Your child—your newborn daughter—has just been kidnapped! And instead of talking about how to find her, instead of focusing on the innocent life stolen from you, you are asking about Logan!”The room erupted with gasps.Charlotte flinched as though she’d been slapped.“That’s not fair,” she whispered. “I’m asking because I—”“Because you what?” Barbara shot back. “Because you’re worried about him? Because you think he’s more important than your child? Are