As Drake did his morning run, his mind drifted off back to the events of last night.
After Logan had stopped the fight, he had given all of them a proper chewing out. Drake especially had been scolded until his whole face was covered in spit.
Logan had been particularly mad at Drake for using such a powerful skill.
That last punch of Drake and 7 Day Wolff had been blocked by Logan, and if it weren't for him arriving in the nick of time, the result of those attacks would have caused them extremely heavy injuries, if not that then instant death for one or the both of them.
Drake felt a chill run up his spine when he had heard that.
Drake had not been fully conscious of his surroundings at the time, but he had remembered the blurred figure of Logan who had moved at a speed so fast it could be compared to teleportation, landing in between himself and the giant 7 Day Wolff.
