By the time Logan opened his eyes, he was back in his wolf form. Ian had his fangs bare and wouldn't take his eyes off of Logan. Not only did Ian hate him for everything he had done in the past, including their past lives, but the two were naturally born enemies. Vampire and werewolf. January put a hand on Ian's shoulder and they looked at each other for a moment before Ian calmed. He relaxed his posture, but his fangs stayed out. Brooksia came into Logan's sight and sat down in front of him. He tried to reach out, but chains prevented him from going too far.

"Those are reinforced with magic," declared January as she walked around the fire. "Your werewolf strength can't break through them."

He tried to say something, but he was an animal and couldn't. Smacking herself on the forehead, January mumbled under her breath, and Logan could speak.

"What the hell is going on!?" he demanded. 

"Just as you killed each of us, we plan to kill you," explained Brooksia. "You may not know it, but you killed January here quite a few times. All in both of your past lives, but still."

January held her hand out, palm forward and exposing the mark there. "It means I can watch, adn I have watched how all of your past lives killed mine."

"What about Ian?" Logan asked, looking over at him.

Ian smiled a sinister smile. "I am here to do the killing. Speaking of which" -he looked over at January- "is it going to be gross?"

"Not after the spell," she answered.

Logan began to object. January snapped her fingers and all that came out of his mouth were howls.

"Can we get this over with?" asked Brooksia. "There's only three minutes until midnight. 

Ian approached Logan with an evil gleam in his eyes. "We know what you did to all of those girls. Oh, and before you even get a spark of hope that the police will be able to find out who killed you, do keep in mind that we have a witch on our side."

With that, January said some words over Logan he didn't recognize before taking a step back, as if to clear the path for Ian. Logan attempted to scoot away, but Ian grabbed his neck, wrapping his hand around Logan's throat and digging his nails into him. 

"We're going to make sure you stay dead this time, make sure you're not reincarnated," hissed Ian as he licked his lips, feeling Logan's pulse. Then he lunged forward and bit down.