Logan's POV
I am floating in a darkness so complete it has no temperature, no sound, no end.
This isn't sleep. I'd know how that feels and this feels like nothing. A void. The pill Kieran forced down my throat tastes bitter on my tongue and— no surprise there— it came with annihilation.
A part of me clings to it. The tired, battered and broken part. I always find myself in a place like this when things get overwhelming; the place where there are no nightmares or giants or elves. The place where I can let go of myself and my responsibilities and just be.
'Rest,' a voice inside me whispers. It sounds like my own, worn thin. 'You're so tired. What does it matter if you open your eyes to the next waiting horror? Just stay here and rest.'
And I want to. Goddess, I want to. I have been fighting for so long. Fighting for my pack, for my mate, for my son. Fighting my way through the afterlife. Every muscle, every nerve, every shred of my spirit feels frayed down to the last thread.
