Chapter 73

Logan's P.O.V

It was no secret now what my scouts had reported. The air at the pack 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 my 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.

General Greenfield was firm and resolute. He had organized our men into groups. He was a great warrior, but even he knew that we were outnumbered and outmatched and we were running out of time.

Our supplies were low, and we were all feeling hopeless. The only hope we had was the Blood Moon Pack, but that hope was dashed to pieces when I met Isabella there so there was no point in expecting help from the blo