Kids from One Alpha

Chapter 65: Logan in Trouble

The scent Logan captured was bitter. It was a wolf scent, but he knew immediately that those wolves didn’t belong to his pack or in his territory! Growling again, Logan lowered his head to the ground. He sniffed the grass, catching their trail. It was another pack of rogues come to pilfer his territory. Instinct taking over, Logan followed the trail, his mouth salivating with the idea of hunting and killing whoever dared intrude on his territory! The trail took him back into the woods. Logan paused now and then to smell nearby trees and rocks. They smelled strongly of scent marking, and it was a rancid scent to him. The scent markings of anyone that wasn’t part of his pack elicited a growl from him each time. Intruders were not something he could ignore as an Alpha! Based on where he was in the territory, he knew there weren’t any patrols nearby. He would have to track the rogues and discover their location before howling for backup. It was riskier, but if he called too early, he could alert them to his presence. The rogues might have enough time to get away. As the scent grew stronger, he could tell he was getting closer to the rogues. From where the trail was taking him, he knew they were headed to another store house of

crops and grains.

Snarling to himself, Logan picked up his pace. He could tell the rogues were in wolf form. It helped them move more quietly, helped them move more as a unit. In human form, they would be clumsier in a group. Night time wasn’t the usual time for Moonshine Rogues to attack, but Logan had been getting better at anticipating their moves and thwarting their attempts. Now, they were adapting. They were changing their methods to become more aggressive, dangerous, and successful at stealing from Night Sky. Growling at the thought, Logan began to run, keeping the trail fresh in his nose. He was closing in on them quickly. They were moving with care, trying not to alert any nearby patrols of their presence. If Logan hadn’t been running off his frustration and anger, he might not have encountered them at all! They might have gotten away with their coup. He never thought he’d be grateful to have such a bad, tense day! But here he was, in a position to protect his pack, when he wouldn’t be otherwise. When he saw the bobbing wolf tails ahead, Logan knew it was time to make his move. He howled and called out through the mind link.

Rogues, attacking at the Grain House, he called out to every nearby patrol.

The forest around him filled with howls of the wolves responding to his call. The rogues ahead of him turned in circles. They formed a ring, their tails touching, so they could defend from where ever the attack was coming from.

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at the closest wolf. His body collided with the side of another wolf, ribs breaking at the force of his tackle. The wolf whimpered and yelped, his breathing becoming ragged and sharp from the broken ribs. Satisfied with himself, Logan howled in triumph, his own pack responding in accordance. He turned to snap at one of the rogues that tried to nip at his hind leg. He missed though, not getting a grip on his attacker. He turned again, trying to find another rogue to latch onto, but he was struck from the side in the same kind of tackle he’d used before. Grunting, Logan lost his footing and fell to the ground. He slid across the forest floor, growling and snarling. When he stopped sliding, he sprang up on all four legs again. He snarled, glaring bright eyes at the wolf that stood directly in front of him, teeth

the wind to get knocked out of him. Another rib cracked. Whimpering, Logan panted, his breathing raspy. His legs trembled as he regained his footing to face off with the wolf again. The other wolf growled, snarling and spitting. Logan tried to shrug the pain off. He ran forward again, growling deep in his throat. His breathing was too short though, and dizziness overtook him. His legs giving out, Logan fell hard on the ground. He growled, trying to stand, but the other wolf was over him. In an instant, his adversary had his jaws closed around Logan’s neck. Yelping and howling in pain, Logan felt his skin break, blood spurting from the wounds. The other wolf wouldn’t release his hold, teeth sinking deeper into his

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tear him off the Alpha and take him away to subdue him. Breathing heavily, and still losing too much blood, Logan shifted back into his human form. He tried to sit up, groaning as the pain became too much. He grabbed at his chest and side. Blood was streaming down his neck and chest, Light headedness took him over again. “Alpha,” one of the patrol wolves said, running to

was told. Sighing, Logan nodded. He was injured badly, he could tell

edges of his vision. He groaned,

on the ground, How he had gone from sitting up to lying down, he had no idea! His body was going numb,