Chris’s POV

What was before me wasn’t caused by Logan.

I was sure.

Blood was splattered everywhere, and her legs were hung on trees. The other half of her body lay by the roadside.

This was too much effort to kill one female messenger of my pack. Logan would only need to knock her out.

Her uniform had been stolen too. What would Logan need that for? He couldn’t have done this.

“Then who?” my wolf, Zeke, asked.

I had no answer to that. My ...