134: Agitated Wolf

LOGAN

The dreadful shadows under my eyes were proof of last night’s struggle.

I hissed in pain as I turned away from the mirror, a wicked ache slicing through my guts as my toothbrush slipped from my fingers. I gripped the wash basin and cussed in a string of the little Italian I’d picked up from Ashley because English wouldn’t suffice at the moment.

When the pain didn’t subside, I had to wrap a hand firmly around my lower abdomen and place a hand on the wall to support myself as I practically stumbled back into my bedroom. I didn’t even get to my bed before I slumped on the carpet.

The pain I felt was far too intense to stomach, and it’d kept me awake all damned night.

As I remained curled up on the floor, groaning weakly as the pain grew, I wondered what could possibly be the cause. I hadn’t felt anything like it before, so the only thing I could attribute it to was that the curse was punishing me for using Scarlett’s ability to control it as a loophole.

It made sense because she wa