#Chapter 24: Danger

Logan The scent of blood hung thick in the air, coppery and sharp. My wolf strained at the edge of my control, barely leashed beneath the surface, as I led the Gamma unit across the battlefield. The rogues came at us with reckless abandon, snarling ferociously, but we met them with precision, discipline, and fury to match. We had trained for this. Every formation, every movement, every signal, we executed like a machine. My Gamma unit consisted of some of the most skilled fighters I could gather, allowing us to fight back with skill and ferocity. The Gamma warriors fought back to back, our bond forged through years of battles and scars. Blades and claws slashed, tearing through flesh and fur. Bodies collided, bones cracked, and growls echoed through the trees. The borderlands were chaotic, but we did not bend to the rogue’s assault. My claws tore through a rogue’s chest, and I didn’t pause to watch him fall. Another lunged from the side, and I spun, ramming my elbow int