The observation post feels like a tomb.
I'm staring through the scope at Marcus's body, watching Kade and Kieran coordinate with warriors to secure the border and check for tracking devices. My hands should be shaking. I should be crying, screaming, something.
Instead, I'm numb.
"Isla." Delta Kyle's voice comes through a different channel, the private one linking just us. "We need to move you back to the pack house. Now."
"He's dead." My voice sounds hollow even to my own ears. "Marcus is dead."
"I know. I'm sorry. But we have to go. If Morganna tracked him here, she knows your general location. This position isn't secure anymore."
He's right. I know he's right. But I can't seem to make my body move.
The observation post door opens. Kyle enters, his expression grim but gentle. He's
