Two wolves had died. Their bodies had been taken with us when we moved away from the battleground. We had too many injured wolves, but Brennan refused to stop until we were off of Pason’s land, worried we would be attacked again. Only then did he allow the pack to set up camp. Needing somewhere to set up some kind of infirmary, I volunteered my tent, one of the largest in the camp. Brennan had watched with a clenched jaw, then disappeared into the forest surrounding us. I tried not to think he was angry at me, but it was hard when I already couldn’t get the thought that the whole fight had been my fault out of my head.
I watched Lorne walk out of the tent, his expression a mixture of anger and grief. He had his own injuries after the fight, but he had held his own well, and they were alre
