_Logan's POV_
I sat at my desk, Ray and Fred standing in front of me as we discussed recent events in the pack. A few days ago, one of our pack members had been attacked by a group of rogues near the western border. Luckily, some of the patrolling guards had intervened just in time and saved the person. The attack had shaken the pack, though. Everyone was on edge, and we needed to strengthen our defenses.
“We need more patrols,” I said, my voice tight with frustration. “The rogues are getting bold. We can’t let them get any closer to our territory.”
Ray nodded in agreement. “We’ve already doubled the night shifts, Alpha, but we can increase the numbers during the day as well. The rogues are unpredictable, but we’ll do everything to keep our borders secure.”
“Good,” I muttered while rub
