Not looking good

*Logan*

The sand beneath my feet is cool, a stark contrast to the heat racing through my veins. It’s been an endless journey, moving through those dreams that felt more like trials, each one a step closer to... what? Healing? Or my ultimate downfall? The fields, the forests, the ghostly city… all of it seemed like a twisted path laid out by fate, or perhaps by my own fractured psyche.

My wolf, my on and off companion in this inner world, has been silent lately. He warned me, urged me to face my demons, to heal not just the flesh but the soul. I thought I was making progress, even felt strength coursing back into me. But now, that strength wanes, leaving a weariness so profound it feels like chains around my limbs.

And then, suddenly, there's Hadley. My beacon in the darkest night. Her presence on this desolate beach is a balm to my tattered heart.

“Logan,” She calls, waving at me. “There you are my love. Come here.”

The sight of her, the sound of her voice, it's everything. I r