CHAPTER 72
Logan's P.O.V
It was no secret now what my scouts had reported. The air at the park was filled with fear and worry. Everyone knew that a big group of rogue werewolves was coming to attack our territory. They were cruel and powerful, and we didn't have much time to get ready, and there was no denying that the men were scared.
My men were anxious and nervous. Rumors and whispers of surrender were shared through the ranks. Some were talking about giving up and bowing down to the rogues. But I knew that wouldn't work. These rogues were wild and crazy, and they wouldn't listen to reason.
The general was firm and resolute. General Greenfield, my right-hand man, had organized our men into groups. He was a great warrior, but even he knew that we were outnumbered and outmatched, and
