*Hadley* “Are you okay sweetie ? You want me to take you outside ?” AJ asks softly. He has picked me up and is currently sitting on a chair with me on his lap, my face buried in his shoulder. I shake my head, it had just been too much seeing Logan like that, with all the tubes and wires that are attached to him, his face, all battered, swollen and badly bruised. “I just ... too much ... I am okay now”. “Tell me if it gets too ... hard, no one will blame you for stepping outside for a moment”. He says softly. I lift my head and slowly turn it, shit I had not been able to imagine this. I mean he is almost unrecognizable. How could anyone hurt him like this, my sweet and warm hearted Logan ? It makes no sense. A doctor comes in and Marshall goes to shake his hand, explaining who everyone is and then asking. “So, what are we looking at ... how bad is it ?” “We managed to stop the bleeding from his liver and kidney, and the collapsed lung is functioning again. There are a couple of
*Logan* I remember the pain ... then darkness and I wonder if I am dead ... it is warm and nice, and suddenly I realize I am wandering through a sunny wheat field. My fingers are slowly running through the plants. This doesn’t look like Texas, more like ... Iowa or something, or I guess, even though I am not sure. But then I remember her Hadley. I need to find Hadley, my mate, my love and I start desperately searching for a way out of the field, but it seems to just go on forever. The wind is picking up and clouds gathering on the blue skies ... like nature itself is angry with me for wanting to leave. I don't know what it is or why, but I feel like something is coming ... not really like evil, but something I do not want to meet with, so I start walking faster and faster until I am running, feeling chased by ... what ... the wind, a feeling. Am I going crazy here ? My mind is trying to figure out what happened. I had been doing that interview, and it had honestly been rather h
*Logan* The moment I step through the door, the world shifts beneath my feet, and I find myself standing in a dense, misty forest. I turn around but the door is gone, and I wonder if that believe I am safe from whatever it is that is coming. I doubt it. The air is cool and damp, a stark contrast to the warm wheat field I have just left behind. The trees tower over me, ancient and whispering secrets in a language I cannot understand. It's both eerie and beautiful, like something out of a fairy tale, and I can't help but feel that Hadley would love it here, with her siren's heart that beats in tune with the mystical. I start walking, my feet moving of their own accord on a path covered in a carpet of moss and fallen leaves. It feels like I'm being guided, drawn forward by an invisible thread tied around my heart. I'm searching for Hadley, even though I know she isn’t here, but there's also something else, an underlying mission I can't quite grasp. The forest grows darker, the mist t
*Hadley* I'm sitting in the familiar, comforting living room of Logan’s house, the soft hum of the studio lights above creating a hushed unfamiliar atmosphere. The iconic TV host, Diane, is across from me, her presence both reassuring and daunting. I have agreed to do this interview on condition of it being shot here in our home, I did not want to fly to New York, mostly because I do not want to be that far away from Zayden, or leave him for that long. Jax and AJ are positioned just off-camera, something they both demanded, vigilant guardians in this vulnerable moment. Marshall is in the hospital with Logan. Blue is a warm, comforting weight against my side on the couch, his presence a silent support. Diane’s voice, gentle yet probing, breaks the momentary silence. “Hadley, the world has been holding its breath ever since the news broke about Logan. Can you share with us how he is now?” I draw in a deep breath, feeling the weight of the question. “Logan is still in a coma,” I b
*Logan* The forest begins to dissolve around me, the trees blurring into streaks of green and brown, the mist thinning into nothingness. Just ahead, another door materializes, as if conjured by my newfound understanding and resolve. It stands stark against the vanishing world, a beacon calling me forward. Without hesitation, I step through it. The contrast is immediate and disorienting. Gone are the comforting earthy smells of the forest, replaced by the acrid tang of smoke and damp concrete. The air is cooler here, almost cold, and it bites at my skin through my clothing. I'm standing in the middle of a dark city, its towering buildings like silent monoliths under a starless sky. The moon, a mere sliver, offers little light, casting elongated shadows that twist and move as if alive. I feel a presence, something searching for me, its intentions unclear but undeniably ominous. The city feels deserted, the silence oppressive, broken only by the distant echo of a siren or the scut
*Hadley* I am back at the hospital, sitting in the dimly lit hospital room, the soft beeps and whirs of machines composing a symphony of dread. The sterile scent of antiseptics does little to mask the underlying odor of despair that seems to cling to the walls. Logan, lies motionless on the bed, his once vibrant face pale and drawn, a stark contrast to the fierce, unyielding spirit he possesses. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest is the only indication that life still clings to him, albeit by a thread. I reach out, my hand trembling as I brush a lock of hair from his forehead. His skin is cool under my touch, and I suppress a shiver. "Logan," I whisper, my voice breaking the oppressive silence. "Please, you have to fight this. You can't leave me alone." But he remains unresponsive, seemingly locked in a battle I cannot see, fighting demons in a realm I cannot reach. I had asked the nurse, because the last couple of days he has seemed to fade away i stead of getting better. But
*Logan* The sand beneath my feet is cool, a stark contrast to the heat racing through my veins. It’s been an endless journey, moving through those dreams that felt more like trials, each one a step closer to... what? Healing? Or my ultimate downfall? The fields, the forests, the ghostly city… all of it seemed like a twisted path laid out by fate, or perhaps by my own fractured psyche. My wolf, my on and off companion in this inner world, has been silent lately. He warned me, urged me to face my demons, to heal not just the flesh but the soul. I thought I was making progress, even felt strength coursing back into me. But now, that strength wanes, leaving a weariness so profound it feels like chains around my limbs. And then, suddenly, there's Hadley. My beacon in the darkest night. Her presence on this desolate beach is a balm to my tattered heart. “Logan,” She calls, waving at me. “There you are my love. Come here.” The sight of her, the sound of her voice, it's everything. I r
*Hadley* The chaos unfolds with a speed that leaves my heart racing, the medical team's swift movements a blur around Logan's bed. I'm frozen, watching through a haze of fear as they work to stabilize him, the beeping of the machines escalating into a frenzy that mirrors the panic in my veins. LZ's grip on my shoulder is both a comfort and a reminder of the reality we're facing. "He has to be okay," I whisper, more a plea than a statement. The thought of losing Logan, of a world without his strength and love, is unbearable. But something suddenly hits me and beneath the layers of fear and desperation, anger starts to simmer…a fierce, burning rage against Ryan for orchestrating this nightmare. Once the immediate frenzy subsides and the doctors manage to stabilize Logan again, I pull LZ aside, away from the prying eyes and ears of the hospital staff. “What is it, Hadley?” He asks, clearly having read something on my face. "This is Ryan's doing, it has to be" I say, my voice low