Chapter 74

Logan's P.O.V

The air hung thick with the smell of blood. The familiar place we once called home was now a stained red battlefield. The smell of death clung to everything, an oppressive reminder of the fierce battle that lasted since midnight. My pack, Ravensong, had stood our ground against the vicious wolf attack. The rogues came in waves and in relentless anger, their attack seemingly endless. We fought hard with glinting eyes, barring our teeth and claws, but it wasn’t enough.

The rogues did not stop, their anger rising, as they pit themselves against us. Each slain wolf was ​​replaced among them, and their numbers seemed to increase each time. We stepped over our brothers and sisters whose bodies had been dropped by the enemy. Their screams, gasps of pain and silent final words still capture the cruelty of despair in my mind.

The weight of the rogues numbers was formidable, and slowly, inevitably, we began to lose our way. The relentless pressure and constant attacks slowed us do