(Dual POV)
DEVAN'S POV
The smell of fuel and burnt hair filled Devan's nose before he opened his eyes.
His body hurt in ways that told him he had broken bones, his ribs were cracked at minimum, possibly shattered, his left arm was not responding correctly and there was blood in his mouth that tasted like copper and ash, he forced his eyes open and saw twisted metal above him, the bridge of the Council ship compressed into something unrecognizable.
The crash had worked, the ship had hit the Silver Rain launchers on three other vessels before slamming into the fortress courtyard, the bombardment had stopped, the Fleet was either destroyed or retreating, but the cost had been everything.
Devan shoved a piece of hull plating off his chest and dragged himself upright, his wolf was sluggish
