Morning came too quickly. Logan didn't waste time, he grabbed what he needed, and split to see his mom. Leaving home before sunrise. Logan didn't slow down till he got to the hospital.That hospital smell—strong scent of bleach, sickness, meds of all sorts—hit him like a slap the moment he stepped inside. At this hour, the corridors were dim, nurses gliding softly like ghosts, their shoes barely making a sound against the polished floor. His hands remained tightly wrapped around the vial in his pocket. ‘Here we go.’Ward B, Room 307.He hesitated, his hands on the door knob, chest rising and falling too fast. What if Kregor lied? What if the elixir wasn't active anymore? What if it was dangerous for his mother?‘You don't get to do that now,’ he told himself. Logan pushed the door open. His eyes welled at the sight of his mom's fragile form on the bed, barely breathing. She was thinner than she should have been, her pale skin almost translucent under the faint light. Tubes ran in

The large phone call record book weighed heavy on Logan's hand, like his chest. ‘What am I doing? Maybe Christopher’s clean.’ Can't believe I'm doing this for the Pleiadians. Sonia walked in. “Found the book?” she asked, her face neutral. “Yes, can I take it home. It's bigger than I thought.” Sonia glanced once at Logan. “Sure, but be careful. Return it in one peice,” she said, drumming her fingers on the desk. “You won't tell me what this is about?” “It's just… a call I want the date for.” He was about to leave the office. Then it hit. A sharp pain sliced through his arm. He gasped, gripping his forearm. Heat pulsed beneath his skin, and faint lines of light danced under his skin before disappearing in a flash. Vision blurred. His heart pounded with intensity. “What the…” The pain intensified, crawling up his veins, and Logan staggered back, breathing hard. “Logan, are you okay?” Sonia asked,concern etched on her face. She held his arm, and immediately

Logan's heart rate quickened as the footsteps approached. All his instincts screamed at him to move, to run—but the chains dug deeper into his wrists with every tug, a sharp sting of metal into his tender flesh. His heartbeat escalated—then suddenly stilled. The shift came without warning. A low hum began to thrum softly beneath his skin, then it became stronger. Heat pooled his chest, spreading like molten fire through his veins. His vision blurred, the edges glowing faintly blue. ‘No…not now’ The footsteps came towards the doorway, and halted. “Hey, didn't we lock this door tightly?” a voice muttered. Logan's jaw clenched. The air around him thickened, heavy and electric, pressing against his lungs. His heartbeat synchronized with the hum alive under his skin, and it continued like that in harmony, until it felt like the world was moving to its rhythm. The metal chains shook violently. Beth could only watch in horror as he hid behind the crates. He stared at the mesmeriz