"He's dead, sir."
I froze when I heard those words.
The Gamma had been one of the most hardworking and loyal members of my Council.
Losing him wasn't just a huge blow to the pack, but a blow to me as well.
First my mother and now this? No... I can't afford to have any more losses.
"I'm going back out there," I said decisively, glancing at one of the pack soldiers. "You, where's the military advisor?"
He bowed before responding to me. "He's still out there, sir."
Good. I'll go find him.
"In the meantime, I'm placing you in charge of the soldiers here." I pointed at him, my gaze unwavering. "Guide them and take charge of the wards if necessary. Help the survivors who make it here to settle in."
The soldier seemed shocked by my decision but I ignored that, running out of the compound in my human form.
I scanned my gaze around the estate, checking out the situation.
It seemed the werewolves were showing resistance, but the Hunters came prepared.
