(Magnus)
I'm in the war room when Garret returns. He looks exhausted. Wounded. But alive.
"Report," I say.
"We pushed through their border. Got close to the pack house. But they held us back. Forced us to retreat."
"How many did we lose?"
"Eight. Maybe nine. Still counting the wounded."
Eight warriors. Not terrible. But not good either.
"And Moonridge?"
"They lost six. One of them was Thorne. Kael's Gamma."
I stop. Look at Garret. "Thorne is dead?"
"Yes. Died saving Kael. Sacrificed himself when Kael was surrounded."
A smile spreads across my face. The Gamma. Dead.
"Good. That's very good."
Garret nods. "It weakens their command. They're down to Kael, Rowan, and Cassian now."
"And Kael?"
"Wounded. Bites on his back leg and side. He's recovering now. Dr. Monroe is treating hi
