Logan's POV
Noah's words echo in my head as I move through the woods.
"I need you to train me."
The wind is damp tonight. It brushes across my neck, the icy touch of nature making the trees whisper secrets to each other. Every crack of a twig underfoot sounds too loud. I'm alone, for now. I keep to the inner woods, circling the estate to avoid the mob as I run for the Big House.
Caleb warned me against leaving the infirmary. He said it would be dangerous. Noah seconded this and, if Rowan wasn't knocked out, courtesy of another dose of sedatives, he probably would have agreed. But I can't stay in hiding while order completely collapses.
So here I am, racing through the woods, thinking about Noah's request because it just won't leave me.
Part of me is surprised he hadn't asked sooner—especially after he was ambushed by those three rogues outside the stadium. I'm glad I was there because I don't even want to imagine what would've happened if I wasn't.
