Chapter 115

Noah tore down the sixth tree, standing tall and proud in his path. In span of two weeks, he had lost almost everything. No one does that to anyone unless they want something in return. He was sad, affixed to anger that was turning into despair and his despair affected everyone else. Mikhail. Rhys. All the other elite soldiers, academy trained to be under his command. They had built an army foraging the most vicious group of them all. Suffice to say, it was a gnawing hurt, the one that ate from inside. To believe he was so blinded by his plan, by his ministrations that he couldn't see what lay right in front of him. And now, he didn't have that. Mikhail and Rhys still followed his orders. Sam led the trackers on a goose chase to keep them from knowing more details, the more people knew, more the chances of them turning on him. But at the bottom of things lay a heap-his dirty laundry. His lack of trust on rogues. His lack of understanding anything when it came to Vanessa Flynn. She wa