There was no time to think. No time to wonder. Logan crashed through the door to her building, still in wolf form. He whipped up the stairs, chiding himself for not seeing her to the door. He'd not smelled anything amiss. He saw her closed door when he hit the top of the stairs. Without pausing, he leaped at it.
Thump. He hit it hard enough to rattle it. Just not hard enough to open. Like fuck. He reared back and thundered again at it. And again.
The door, not meant to take that kind of abuse, popped open. Immediately, he saw Adara struggling in the grips of not one, but two corpses. The smell of them permeated the space. Chunks of them littered the floor.
These two weren't as fresh as the previous one. They'd be easier to kill.
His lips peeled back, baring teeth as he snarled. One of the zombies released Adara to face him.
Big mistake.