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Perhaps your rogue is still out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. END OF BOOK EIGHT

"Jenn, you can't run away from who you are. No matter how much you try to avoid it and wish for your werewolf form to go away, it won't go away because it is still within you. It is a part of you and the earlier you accept that fate, the better for you." "I don't want to accept this fate. This is not the life I want to live. For God's sake, I want to be a medical doctor and not some wild animal running in the forest whenever I'm agitated or angry. I want to save human lives, Dee, not prey on humans" I could feel the rushing emotions beneath my words.

I've been reading it, been learning about the man who saved me then held me hostage, about why he even needed me and why he's recruiting an army when he's basically immortal. "You're just a weak Lycan who can't even fight his own battles!" I shove the book to his chest before storming into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and waiting for him to go away. ——— Half an hour later, I stand in a foreign clearing that serves as a border between two villages, Ragnar beside me, a faint glow coming from his silver scythe while he blended in with the darkness. "Fitting," I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood.

“Stay down.” Rose clutched her bag. If he discovered that she was documenting their conversation, the situation could worsen, and unspeakable things might happen to her. After all, she was now seeing a side of Richard that he had hidden well for years. He surely looked like a monster lurking in the shadows, waiting to feast on the essence of her soul.

I had to forcefully tear my gaze away from Connor to face the redheaded man. “Nice to meet you,” he said, about to raise his hand,“Im-” He suddenly broke off and I noticed his nose twitching. He had finally caught my scent. “You're a-” “Rogue. Yes.” I clenched my jaw as I forced a small smile. The man looked lost for words. I couldn't see anything on his features apart from utter shock, proving that He seemed stunned at the sight of me. It wasn't a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what happened after.

"Okay, okay... what do you know?" "Nothing. I was here with him when he arrived, while he was getting ready and before the fight began. Everything was perfectly normal," Rogan says way too fast, just as worried as I am but keeping better control, "He got your good luck little cake… I gave him a pep talk. That's it. Then when Austin came out and started announcing, he suddenly went quiet and... next thing I know, he's on the damn floor." "Wait, wait, wait," I'm repeating since he said something about a little cake, "What the hell did you say, my good luck cake? I didn't send anything. Jae doesn't eat sweet things."

He bit into another rogue’s neck, charging deeper and deeper into the forest where the rogues were coming from until he couldn’t hear anything but breaking bone and tearing flesh. When the last one fell dead, he tilted his head back, taking a calming breath of blood and terror. He was alone, surrounded by rogue corpses. Nothing moved, not even a rabbit. The night was silent around him. He frowned at the moonlight spilling across the floor and turned back towards Sharp Armor. It was later than usual. He’d lost track of time. How had he lost control like that? Daphne must have gone to bed already or she was up with worry.

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

Logan’s POV It had been a long night of thrashing around on the forest floor. I had woken up after what seemed like an inconceivable amount of time but it was only just a few hours. I knew because it was early enough for Mike to bombard me with calls and texts about going out. ‘Club Equinox is popping tonight where are you the girls here are insanely hot,’ his last text read. I couldn’t be bothered with that. Not after what had happened.