(Magnus)
I'm standing in my war room looking at the reports from today's attacks. Three fronts. All three held by Kael's forces.
Garret is with me. Darius. Conrad. Daniel stands near the window, staring out at nothing.
"We lost forty warriors today," Garret says. "The rogues took heavy casualties at the north. Our diversionary force at the south lost ten. The eastern assault cost us another twenty."
"And Kael's losses?" I ask.
"Hard to say. Our warriors reported bodies on all three battlefields. Moonridge, Clearwater, and Silvermist fighters. But exact numbers are impossible to confirm."
I slam my fist on the table. "We had them attacking from three directions at once and they still held. How?"
"Three packs fighting together," Darius says. "Clearwater and Silvermist warriors were at
