Chapter 85

Logan's POV

We were still trying to rebuild and set things in order following the rogue attack on my pack. The attack was the biggest one we faced so far and we lost a lot of men, good men including general Greenfield.

On the night, following the attack, we all gathered at the edge of the woods to say goodbye to our dead. The bodies were arranged on pyres ready to be burnt, the way we did in Ravensong Pack.

I stood quietly at the head of my pack with my arms behind my back as the undertaker read out the farewell words for the dead. Even though I owe my life to Ethan's intervention, I still could not get over the fact that Ethan was behind the attacks I had suffered.

But at the same time the other half of my mind disagreed, Ethan would not come send rogues out to attack me and then come to my aid again. The whole thing was so messed up and frustrating for me to handle.

The undertaker had finished his speech and I was required to light the first pyre. A torch was handed to me by Zain