Logan's wolf padded through the woods around his cabin, his dark nose to the ground, ash-gray ears perked. He scouted the area three times a day, every day since he discovered Madison on his porch. He still wasn't sure how she got away from the rogues. One of them got close enough to her to rip open her stomach, but not enough to take her all the way out. He needed to hear the rest of her story, but he hadn't pushed her, wanting her to heal more, both physically and mentally. Her nightmare last night told him she still had a ways to go.
At least one of the rogues was a wolf, which meant the others were probably wolves as well, individuals who couldn't abide by pack life. Being wolves, they must possess the same tracking capabilities as him. So, why hadn't they found her at Logan's cabin y
