Ryder’s POV
The fight was over and many soldiers left to gather the ashes of their fellow men as they all shifted back to their human form. My body ached badly and if I could be so out of shape, I wondered how beaten up the rest of the pack would be.
The dead men accounted for were twenty five, many injured were also twenty five well excluding the beta and myself. We both seemed to linger behind making sure that everyone was properly accounted for, the healers are released from the secret chambers and brought out to attend to many of the injured.
Scanning through the ruckus I see the elder Fabian seated far away from the rest of the pack, his hands and legs bleeding as he awaits medical attention.
His head is cast downwards and I recognize the posture of his body, it’s one of dejectio
