Chapter 72: Callan

Callan POV

We lost thirty-seven pack members during the airborne attack and 42 were injured. I stood in the hallway and watched as the deceased, who were covered by a white sheet on gurneys, were rolled down the hospital hallway towards the morgue. Medical staff lined the hallway, paying their respect to the dead. Losing one pack member was hard, losing 37 was considered a catastrophe.

Solemn faces greeted mine while they bowed in submission. Archer was pacing in my head, wanting revenge for those we had lost and for those who were injured. My mind kept going back to the news about Maeve.

Constantine and some of his medical staff had come to our aid and had been a godsend since. I was beyond grateful for the friendship that I had with Constantine. He treated my pack members as if they were his own. Together we were every enemies worst nightmare. We would now be Allister’s worst nightmare.

As the bodies were prepped for a mass burial ceremony, I spent the rest of my afternoon going