(Darius)
"How bad is it?" I asked, my voice calm but betraying the tightness in my chest. The silence around us felt too heavy, and I couldn’t escape the thoughts of who we had lost. The people who had fought beside me. Who had bled beside me. Who had died for us.
Dr. Harris turned toward me, his face lined with exhaustion, his brow furrowed in thought. He didn’t immediately answer, taking a moment before speaking. I could see how much this affected him. He had worked tirelessly, trying to save anyone he could, but even he knew that some of the damage couldn’t be undone.
"It’s bad, Alpha," he finally said, his voice quiet, like he was choosing each word carefully. "We’ve lost more than half the warriors in the field. Some died from the fighting. Others... they didn’t make it because of
