Logan's POV
Rock's voice carried across the clearing, sharp and impatient with an edge that brooked no argument.
"End him now," he snapped, irritation bleeding through every word. "He refuses to cooperate. He's identical to every other rogue we've captured. Show them mercy and they turn around to slaughter our pack members. When that inevitably occurs, they meet their death after wreaking havoc. Better to eliminate him before he gets the chance."
I emerged from the treeline onto the open ground just as one of our guards lifted his weapon.
"Hold."
The blade halted mid-arc. Rock's head swiveled toward me, and he released a heavy exhale while massaging his temples.
"Why are you here?" he demanded with barely concealed annoyance.
