Magnus sounded tense when Faith picked up her phone.
She had ordered dinner to be delivered, like she was asked. Alone, she ate in Magnus' giant dining room. He had called just after she had devoured a BLT sandwich. The Head Alpha was safe, he assured Faith, but he and the Red Flame Pack were headed to a safe house near the border so their house doctor could take care of injuries.
Faith asked, "Did you get injured?"
"No."
An obvious lie. "You did. Where?"
Magnus did not answer for a moment. In the background, Faith could hear a ruckus, too far for her to make out clearly. "A bite on my arm, few scratches. I got them treated."
The most likely circumstance in which a skilled fighter like Magnus would get more than one injury was that he fought an alpha in werewolf form. Faith gue
