Logan’s POV
Everything hurts. My body, my heart, my pride.
While Archer stands over my mate, rough hands drag me into the nearby trees, where I watch my enemy take my wife in his arms.
He looks back, but I'm already gone. He can't see me behind the dense shrubs where the rogues pulled what should have been my corpse into a hiding spot just up the hill from the river.
"Make it quick," I demand, my voice rough as I choke over my blood, begging them to end me, to put me out of my misery. I'm going to die anyway. I've lost too much blood, even for an alpha to heal. Every breath is a struggle.
We reach a clearing, and the rogues set me down near the road where a large van is waiting. Placing me in the back, one of them shifts back, his naked chest covered with scars.
"Shut the f**k up," h
