Logan pov
I stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes have dark circles under them, and I must trim my beard.
But I still looked better than how I looked one and a half years ago when I was almost on the brink of insanity.
When me and my wolf mercilessly murdered innocents in the rage of losing his mate.
When I took over this throne and left Alpha Arthur on his deathbed.
Lowering my gaze, I discard the flimsy piece of shirt covering my body. My muscles bulge out of my clothes, and I resembled a beast in every sense.
My eyes stop at the tattoos running down my right arm, covering half of my back, and I furrow my brows in irritation.
I wasn't fond of them, but I had to get my body inked to hide the burned marks on my body.
To hide the ugliness underneath.
They were a continuous remind
