Alpha Logan’s POV
As Larry, Barry, and I left Maggie’s house to check on Richard, an uneasy silence settled between us. The forest around us felt wrong—too still, too cold. Even the wind barely moved through the trees. The deeper we walked, the heavier the air became.
I slowed my steps, sniffing the air carefully.
Someone had been here.
Not one of us.
The scent was faint, buried beneath damp earth and old pine, but it lingered long enough for my wolf to growl inside my head.
“Rogue,” Miller warned.
I scanned the shadows between the trees. “Or something worse.”
The attacks on the pack had been getting worse every day. Rogues, witches, vampires—coming from nowhere like they were being summoned directly from Hell itself.
And honestly?
Maybe they were.
As we neared the abandoned cab
