It was hard to say who called his name, the man who was soaked in blood and dying on the floor or the man who kicked the door and jumped over the body. Logan didn't know either of them, so he was wary of both.
"Logan," the man who came in, saw the boy sitting there and came to him. He had an.... unusual appearance, to say the least. His shirt was ripped at the bottom and his body had splashes of blood every few centimetres. Logan moved away from him.
"W-Who are you?" Charlotte asked and followed Logan's actions. She was younger than him, which made Logan a bit responsible towards her. Even if she was bad, he didn't want to see her die in front of him.
The man saw their cautious attitude and frowned, "I am here with Alpha Roman and others to get you back home. Please come with me."
