(Magnus)
I watch from the treeline as my warriors limp back across the border into Silverpeak territory. Twenty dead. Fifteen wounded. And for what? Nothing. We gained nothing.
Garrett approaches with blood on his face. "Alpha, the eastern and southern attacks both failed. Moonridge's defenses were too organized."
"I can see that," I snap. "Where's the intelligence Daniel provided? He said their patrols would be weakest at those points."
"They were. But Moonridge changed everything after Daniel and Ashley fled."
I turn away from the border, anger building in my chest. Daniel promised me inside knowledge. He swore he knew Moonridge's weaknesses better than anyone. Yet two attacks in two days have resulted in failure and losses.
"Get the wounded to the healers," I order. "And gather th
