Logan and Casper, his beta, were on the training ground with about a dozen teenage werewolves. He looked at each of their innocent, eager faces. They were all so young; they reminded him of an earlier version of himself
He hated sending them out to the battlefield so young, but he had literally no other choice. His men were so depleted that he was very sure that they could not stand against any form of opposition. He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling the hot morning sun beat on his face.
Sometimes, Logan felt an ominous sense of danger hanging around the pack's surroundings. His spirit was not at peace; he kept feeling like something would happen soon, but he could not say in particular what would. All he could do was prepare his people and wait.
When he opened his eyes again, he s
