Logan was in the woods, and there was a thick fog rolling across the ground. It made it impossible to see or hear anything properly. He floundered around, searching for Saffron, delirious with worry.
He could hear the heavy sounds of running feet somewhere ahead of him. The fog distorted the sounds around him and made him feel drunk. Everything echoed through the fog like a ripple in a pond. Sounds of fighting, sounds of running.
"Saffron!" Logan called out. He turned in circles, unsure of where to go. Using his alpha senses, he tried to pinpoint noises and ignore the rest of the commotion. Something went flying beside him, brushing his shoulder. Pain sparked along his arm, and when he grabbed it, his hand came away with bright red blood.
"Saffron!"He yelled.
"Logan! Help!" He hear
