Logan's POV
The day was dragging on and I couldn't sit in my office waiting for information anymore, I had to go do something. Going to the training facility and taking my frustrations out on a punching bag seemed like a good idea. I headed down and out of the pack house, ignoring everyone I passed. Julia was the only thing I could think about. She had to be alive, she had to.
I knew she had gotten hit with that knife, but that didn’t mean she was dead. I refused to believe that. Once I got to the training facility, I took off my shirt and took out one of our human-shaped punching bags. There was no one to spar with except young warriors, and I wasn't in the mood for child's play. I spent the better part of an hour wailing on the punching bag with everything I had. After that, I went f
