“As you know,” Talon began, his voice calm but carrying effortlessly across Alpha Asher’s office, “fifteen rogues attacked my Luna.”
Every eye in the room turned to him.
“They ambushed her while she was alone. Five were killed by her own hand.” His jaw tightened briefly, the bond flaring with restrained fury. “When I arrived to rescue her, eight remained. Enzo handled the situation while I rushed Diana to the pack hospital.”
He turned slightly toward his beta. “As I was informed by my beta, five rogues survived my wolf’s attack. Am I right, Enzo?”
“Yes, Alpha,” Enzo replied without hesitation. “Five rogues survived Fenrir’s rage after attacking his mate.”
A stunned silence followed.
Asher’s brows furrowed. “Five?” he repeated slowly. “But only three were killed in the dungeon.”
Talo
