Duncan
The snarls and growls of battle slowly faded. Now, just the occasional crack of a spine snapping and wet slap of a throat being torn out carried on the wind. I stood, blood dripping from my fingers, as I surveyed the battleground that used to be the entrance to the Blood Moon Pack.
'Duncan, how's the fight? We're tied up at the barracks. We'll fill you in later, but we won't be able to support more than we have already.' Julian's voice broke through, strained and weary.
'We're finishing up; almost everyone is neutralized at this point. Gideon captured Beta George. We'll be pulling the POWs to the training field shortly for the King's judgment. You need help? I can send a group in about five minutes.'
'Send as many as you can, with knives or something sharp.'
'Done. Stay safe.
