#Chapter 40: Rogue Death

Logan I was deep in thought as I walked through the camp. I should have been thinking of battle strategies and rogue attacks, but instead, my mind was plagued by thoughts of the two women in my life. I thought about Evelyn, whom I had been so close to losing. She had almost slipped through my fingers and run away. I thought about her dogged effort to help the injured soldiers. Her compassion and her strength. And then there was Emma, whom I had known for years and whom I had confided in with absolute trust. But perhaps I didn’t know her as well as I had assumed… There were pressures from everywhere to get it right—my mother, Emma, Evelyn, my Gamma unit, the realm. But what did I want? Who did I want? As I walked, I was so in my head that I hardly noticed the strange glances and low murmurs that followed me. I caught a few of these passing looks but didn’t think much of them. I was the Alpha and often gathered attention wherever I went. But some of these glances seemed p