Klaus’s POV
The hospital corridor smelled faintly of antiseptic and smoke, the latter clinging stubbornly to our clothes after the battle. My boots echoed against the tile as I moved from ward to ward, my chest heavy with both exhaustion and responsibility.
Darien was already handling logistics—arranging the vehicles, including the ambulance that would transport the five fallen warriors back to Onyx Pack. Their bodies lay wrapped and prepared, solemn and silent, their faces concealed but forever etched in my memory. Each of them had followed me into the fire, and each of them had trusted me to lead them back. And now, only their bodies returned.
I forced myself to keep moving, to push down the ache in my chest. I paused by one of the private rooms where Maja rested.
She was still uncon
