Chapter 189 Logan Is Not Safe

• The heavy oak doors of the Packhouse creaked shut behind the elders as they filed out, their whispers of speculation and murmured conversations filling the hallway. Blake lingered for a moment, watching Isaac exchange a few final words with Lucy. Her smile was radiant, a calculated mask that hid the venom he knew simmered beneath the surface. Isaac looked besotted, his youthful eyes clouded with admiration and something that resembled awe. Blake’s stomach churned as he turned away from the scene and hurried down the corridor.
• He couldn’t shake the image of Lucy’s triumphant smirk from his mind. It haunted him as he made his way through the winding halls of the Packhouse, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The place felt colder, more oppressive now, as if Lucy’s presence had tainted it with her dark energy. Blake clenched his jaw, his hands balled into fists at his sides. He had to get to Logan.
• Logan’s room was tucked away in a quiet corner of the Packhouse, far from the bustling activity of the main quarters. The room was dimly lit by the weak rays of the morning sun that filtered through the thick curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Blake’s heart ached as he entered, the sight of his old friend lying unconscious on the bed filling him with a deep sense of loss and helplessness.