"Forty three casualties. Fifteen dead. Twenty eight critically wounded."
Theodore's voice was heavy as he read the report to the assembled pack leaders. We had gathered in the coalition war room twelve hours after the Montana assault. Everyone looked exhausted and defeated.
I sat between Owen and my mother, trying not to think about the fifteen wolves who had died because of my decision to go after those extra prisoners. Fifteen families who would never see their loved ones again.
"The facility sustained heavy damage but remains operational," Theodore continued, his expression grim. "The Elders evacuated to a secure location within the mountain. We did not achieve our primary objective of destroying Montana headquarters."
"But we rescued sixty eight prisoners total," I spoke up, my voi
