COLE'S POV:
Roland headed over to us. He bowed his head and greeted us. "Good morning, Alphas." He said in a deep voice.
I waved my hands casually, raising my eyebrows a little. "How are the injured soldiers doing?"
Carl tilted his head and leaned forward, interested but worried too.
Lines formed on his brow as he asked, "Did they sustain serious injuries?"
Roland stood up straight, as he sighed. He put his hands behind his back and held his broad shoulders stiff. “They're admitted in the pack hospital. Two didn't make it. The rest are being treated and recovering. The injuries were deep and serious. Those creatures are really strong, more than we knew. I'm worried about what else they can do.”
A chill ran down my spine at his words. I looked at Carl and Cray and saw the same unease
