Bound to the Rogue Alpha
A hand reached down, grabbed the rogue by the shoulder, and hurled him twenty feet across the field like a rag doll.
I blinked, my vision swimming. A line of men in tactical black gear surrounded the clearing. Standing in the center, framed by the sun, was a tall, imposing figure.
"Remove his hands," Logan commanded. His voice was cold, vibrating with a lethal frequency.
"Who are you?" the rogue whimpered, trying to crawl away.
No one answered. One of the men stepped forward with a combat blade. A moment later, a scream of absolute agony ripped through the forest.
Logan strode over to me. He dropped to his knees, untying my bound hands with shaking fingers. He immediately stripped off his he
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