LOGAN
Mark and I were heading back to the pack after searching a hundred yards from the territory. There were no signs of rogues anymore, but their scents lingered on a campsite we found. It seemed to be from last night, and they seemed to have gone a few hours ago.
Part of me wondered if it belonged to those walking through our pack now.
"Something feels off," Max muttered. "We have had some sightings of rogues over the last few days, but now have been this brazen. No rogue has ever asked for help from a pack before."
That part was true.
Rogues never roam together or ask for help, especially from packs. They either run or fight. I have never seen a nice rogue, the only ones who want to rip my head off.
Shaking my thoughts away, I looked around and returned to Mark, who seemed bla
