After settling onto his bed, which was little more than a pile of hay covered by several thick blankets, Carlisle accepted the tray from Marcus and immediately began eating. The food disappeared quickly as he worked through the meal. Out on the front lines, food was far too valuable to waste, and Carlisle had never been the type to be picky.
Between bites, he glanced up at Marcus.
“How are our warriors? Are they still being bothered by the others?”
The question sounded casual enough, but Marcus knew better. Carlisle might have asked it in an offhand manner, yet the concern behind it was obvious. The moment he brought up the pack, Marcus knew exactly where his thoughts had gone. If someone had laid a hand on one of the Red Moon warriors, Carlisle was already thinking about how to deal wi
