Rogue Logan Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ruby Logan had come to my aid at the hospital. Because of how hectic and short staffed the hospital was, no one noticed what was happening. Of course, the rogue didn’t die but he was taken into custody by the alpha of my pack. I’m sure they are going to interrogate him.

Everyone bowed and nodded in approval. Were they talking about the same Logan I had met the previous day? He was hunting rogues. There was no surprise he actually caught their beta. Logan struck an impressive and intimidating figure. He was a man that seemed to have nothing to lose and a fight with him was never fair. What I would do to train with him and see how dark he would go. How hard he would hit and if I could easily take him down. There weren’t much worthy men to fight with and something told me Alpha Logan would not go down as easily as many did.

With all of my might, I retaliated, my claws cutting through flesh and fur. Logan stayed out of the altercation. He just stayed there, watching as the commotion exploded all around him with a troubled face. With its jaws snapping perilously near my neck, one of the rogues was able to hold me to the ground. They lost their equilibrium as I kicked out, but the exertion left me exposed. "Logan!" Desperation began to seep into my voice as I yelled. He remained still for a minute. Then he pounced at the renegade, tearing them from me with a howl of rage.

A hand reached down, grabbed the rogue by the shoulder, and hurled him twenty feet across the field like a rag doll. I blinked, my vision swimming. A line of men in tactical black gear surrounded the clearing. Standing in the center, framed by the sun, was a tall, imposing figure. "Remove his hands," Logan commanded. His voice was cold, vibrating with a lethal frequency. "Who are you?" the rogue whimpered, trying to crawl away. No one answered. One of the men stepped forward with a combat blade. A moment later, a scream of absolute agony ripped through the forest. Logan strode over to me. He dropped to his knees, untying my bound hands with shaking fingers. He immediately stripped off his he

"I love both of you, see you soon..." It isn't long after I cut the link with my father that Lincoln growls and all the surrounding rogues charge towards where Logan is standing. The 4 rogues standing at the cage door smile at each other as the one that picked the lock slowly, quietly and carefully opens the door, using the fighting to cover what they are about to do. Another wave of fear goes through me and I once again open my connection with Logan, "LOGAN!!!"

Logan commanded. "Oh, the cave!" He laughed a raspy laugh that sounded a lot like a snake hissing. "That has been my hideout for so many months now. The only reason nobody in this pack has ever discovered the cave is that nobody can! Only those who have the tattoo, and those in whose veins flow the blood of the Rogue Pack can see or enter the cave. That was why Logan was able to see and enter, because his mom was a Rogue Wolf, and his mother's blood runs in his veins."

Arthur said, removing some pictures from the bag that was hung over his shoulder. I waved my hands, dispersing him off. “There's no need to show me those photographs but wait for a second, did you just mention something about the leaders of the rogues?” I asked, brushing my fingers underneath my nostrils. “Yes, the leader of the rogues, Logan” A smile crept at the corner of my lips before a scoff left my lips. “Isn't this beautiful, so the possibility of a massacre is possible right?” “I can't say for sure but with the way the other pack is so relaxed, there is a possibility that they would all be cleared out this time”

Logan’s POV The laughter of the rogue wolves reverberated through the night air, each mocking note driving a surge of anger through my veins. Galf's voice, a steady anchor amidst the chaos, whispered in my mind, "Keep focused, Logan. We can't let their taunts distract us. There's something more at stake here." My wolf instincts heightened as I maintained my gaze on the menacing duo. The moonlight cast eerie shadows, accentuating the gleam in their eyes. The air crackled with tension, but amid the impending clash, a distant voice reached my ears—a voice that struck a chord deep within me.

Ryan smashed his way through the Rogues, His presence seemed to attract their attention as most of the rogues gave up climbing, and charged straight to attack him. Ryan growled loudly and attacked head-on, bursting to the side of the wolf, throwing it out of his way, his huge jaws clamping down on the wolf nearby and crushing it in an instant. Another Rogue tried to jump on his back, he turned midway and caught one of its legs a shook his head vigorously, the body of the rogues bounced around like a rag doll before Ryan threw him away. His paws scratched and tore through the flesh of the approaching wolves, one by one. Within minutes, seven of the rogue wolves were dead. Ryan looked around t

“This only makes me want that more. You’re the only person I have now. I think we’ve proven we’ll do anything for each other.” “Yes, I suppose we have,” he chuckles. Then, his face turns more serious. “I think if we’re to be mates, I should tell you how I became a rouge in the first place.” Suddenly, it becomes more difficult to eat. I’ve heard stories of many rouges and the awful things they did to be banished to the fringes of the forest. This person I know to be kind, clever, and wonderful isn’t someone I can imagine doing something awful. But he has a past. His past could be bad.