The sound of voices and doors slamming shut wakes Logan. He smells a stale scent in the air and against his back he can feel a cold uneven surface. His hands and feet are shackled in chains. He could feel his knees full of pain from resting on the cold hard floor. He opens his eyes slowly, his head feels fuzzy and heavy and once he moves his head he can feel pain shooting through his stiff neck. His knees snap as he tries to get up, which just allows his hands to scratch one of the puncture marks on his neck that is itching and burning. He looks around him in the cell. It's dark and, for some reason, his wolf eyes don’t want to work. He can hear men speak and he tries to call out but his mouth is dry and his tongue is stuck to his mouth's bridge. The tiredness and sleepiness overwhelm him
