Chapter 37

"The specialized Zeta units are keeping our enemies in line with guerilla tactics. The traps we've set up around their territory have slowed them down significantly, too." Lynn's voice wafted from the speakerphone at the center of the long table in the room.

The "Underground" that Tristan was talking about turned out to be a mini-mansion just right underneath Emerald Tower. It wasn't just a meeting room where Tristan briefs his pack members, just as Francesca had initially expected.

"How many casualties do we have so far?" Tristan continued to inquire.

There was a pause at the other end as Lynn answered, "We're at ten from the Zeta units and 25 from the Etas."

Silence filled the room.

"What about the humans, and our civilians?" Tristan spoke again, his grief barely concealed from his subordinates.

"The gammas have worked their magic, so we have none so far." came Lynn's voice on the other end.

Tristan's shoulders sagged in relief, and Francesca could tell that the people