A hum, distant and quiet, drew me from a deep sleep. As my mind slowly began to awaken from its lethargic state, I realized it was a mixture of different voices murmuring at one another, words sharp and hostile. The fog was not worth wading through to try and make out what was being said, especially with the throbbing of my head distracting me. It was as if my brain would implode at any moment.

"Shut up," I managed to croak out. My throat felt raw, likely from the violent heaving I had been doing. The room instantly fell silent.

"Thank you."

"How are you feeling?" Havers asked once I opened my eyes. To my surprise the room was dim, only a small lamp in the far corner was on. Everyone's eyes were on me expectantly.

"I'm all right," was the automatic reply that came out my mouth even though I was anything but okay. The pain in my head was beyond anything I had felt before. Even the slightest of movements caused me agony. Doc Haver produced a small flashlight from his left pocket, shining it in each of my eyes. Each closing on their own accord as he flashed the bright light in them.

Once done he stepped aside, jotting notes down in my file. It was then I notice among the faces in the room one was missing.

"Izzy!" I bolted upright, instantly groaning and collapsing back into my pillow. My hands went to grab my head, which I hadn't realized was wrapped and bandaged until now.

"Logan, you need to take it easy. You shouldn't be moving around this soon after a craniotomy," Doc Havers informed me.

"A what? Where's Izzy," I asked still holding my head.

"It is a type of brain surgery. You had a brain contusion, a bruise on the brain, which was causing swelling that increased the intracranial pressure. I had to perform surgery to relieve the pressure," he explained. "I am going to give you a moment, and then I will be back to run a few tests and check your vitals." With that, he left me alone with Asher and Griffin. Both men stared at me with worry.

"Where is she?" I asked when neither of them spoke.

"She left. Her mother went into labor last night," Griffin answered. I left myself physically relax. At least, she was home safe and not out searching for her brother, alone. I glanced over at Asher, who was sitting incredibly rigid in his chair, a scowl on his face. Then I remember the arguing I heard when I had first come to. Something was wrong, something neither men wanted to tell me.

"What is it? What's going on?" I looked at my two friends. Asher remained quiet, his eyes glued to his lap. Griffin, on the other hand, was glaring angrily at him. I didn't understand what could have those two at such odds. It was no secret they didn't tend to agree, but this, this seemed different.

"It's nothing you need to be worrying about right now," Griffin ensured, his focus still on Asher. Asher turned toward Griffin. His mouth was open ready to respond but quickly closed again. The two resorted to a staring match. I was sure with the way Griffin's brow creased and the slight shake of Asher's head they were having an internal discussion. Finally, Asher averted his gaze.

"Whatever," he mumbled as he got up and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

"What's going on with you two?"

"Nothing, he's just in a mood. I think it might be that time of the month if you know what I mean," he joked though the scowl remained on his face. "How are you feeling?"

"I've been better. How long was I out for?" I asked, trying to get comfortable. My shoulder was still tender and a bit stiff. Griffin rose from his seat, helping adjust the pillow behind me.

"Only twenty-four hours or so," he replied. "You had us all worried for a while. What were you thinking going out there on your own like that?"

"I wasn't by myself. Brandon was with me." I said as I massaged my temples hoping to relieve some of the pain. Griffin only scoffed at that.

"Oh, so you thought it was better to take a traitor with you instead of your best friend?" he was trying to keep his voice down, but I could tell he wanted nothing more than to yell at me.

"I needed someone here to keep an eye on Izzy, and Brandon died saving my life." Just speaking about what happened brought me great sadness. Though Brandon had betrayed our pack, his reasons had been understandable. He had been a valued member of the pack.

"What happened out there?" Sighing, I went into an account of what happened or at least what I knew. I told him about the rogues, how Brandon had thrown himself in front of me saving me from the rogue attack, and finding Eric dead after everything was said and done. Griffin listened patiently, only interrupting me to ask an occasional question.

"I am afraid that when Phillips learns of Eric's death there will be no avoiding war with Crescent Moon." Something in Griffin's expression changed when I said that.

"What aren't you telling me?" I asked getting frustrated with his behavior.

"I spoke with Alpha Phillips this morning. He says once his mate and son are doing well, there will be war." I knew it was the most likely outcome but hearing Griffin say the words made it real. We were going to go to war, and we would lose.

" I have already started all able and willing wolves training. My best guess is we have about three days to prepare. If we ca--. What do you think you are doing?" Griffin put his hand on my chest stopping me from getting out of the bed.

"I need to help prepare. What is the pack going to think when they're all out there busting their asses preparing for a war and I am hold up here in bed?" I asked attempting to push Griffin aside.

"Your need to rest," he said pushing me back down. "What good are you to the pack if you don't let yourself heal? We need you if we are going to stand any chance." Though he said the words, I could hear the doubt in his voice. We both knew it would take a miracle to defeat Phillips' pack.

Sinking back into the bed, I decided Griffin was right. If this war was coming, I need to be at my best. Griffin removed his hands, satisfied I wasn't going to try and get up again.

"Good. Now, I need to get going and check on some things." Once Griffin was gone, I felt myself growing tired. My thoughts were wandering to Izzy. She was off welcome a new brother into the world while being blissfully unaware of the death of another.

~~~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~~

So war is coming or do you think they will be able to prevent it?

What kind of shape will Logan be in if they do go to war and how is going to tell Izzy about her brother?

Please remember to vote and comment =D