C98 Chapter Ninety Eight

Logan's POV

I sat on the wooden floor of the treehouse, my back pressed against the rough wall. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp wood. From the balcony, I could see the expanse of the forest stretching out below, trees swaying gently in the breeze. But the view didn't calm me. It only reminded me of everything I'd lost, everything they had taken from me.

Denderick