Logan's POV
The fog presses against me like a second skin. It's heaviness drowning me in a thick, wet and cold silence.
It is dark and eerie. Dad was right, this isn't a normal fog. I can barely see my hand in front of my face. But I know I'm not alone.
Fenrir shifts under me, hackles up, ears swiveling around, looking to catch the tiniest bit of sound. Beside him, I hear the deep, steady rumble of Kato's uneven breathing. Even the great wolf sounds uneasy. Dad's voice cuts through the thick mist like a blade.
"What the fuck are we going to do now?" he asks sharply.
We ran out of one trap and we've run right into another. If I had to make an educated guess, we're in a minefield of traps. Taking another step would be risky buisness.
No. We can't brute force our way out of this. There has to be something else.
