KARL'S LOCATION
~MATHIAS'S POV~
Tate had been unconscious for six hours. Vida said it was magical exhaustion combined with shock. Her body and mind shutting down after the marking ceremony and the violent use of power that followed.
Twelve Pack members were dead. Twenty-three injured. But we'd repelled the attack. Killed or captured every enemy that had breached our territory.
It was a victory. But it felt like defeat.
I sat beside Tate's bed, holding her hand, feeling her steady heartbeat through the bond. Daxon paced the room like a caged animal, his wolf too close to the surface.
"She saved lives," Daxon said for the tenth time. "If she hadn't fought, more Pack members would have died."
"I know. But she's horrified by what she did. I felt it through the bond before she passed
