Chapter 32 

~Raphael ~ “We gave chase and have a few prisoners,” Urien says. “How many?” I ask. “Four.” “Break them. Find out everything you can, and make sure we have enough men guarding the border tonight.” He lowers his head. “Yes, Alpha.” I turn from my men and begin walking through the camp. It spreads across rough ground, filled with tents and smoky fires. The air smells of wood smoke and boiled food. It hums with tension. Healers tend to the wounded in a quieter corner, the smell of herbs mixing with blood for those struck by silver bullets. It takes us longer to heal from such things. Naked men and women pace around the camp, having just been in battle—including me. My steps carry me to the war tent where the generals have gathered. A helper moves among them, passing out towels. I take one, wrap it around my waist, and stride to the front of the table where they all stand assembled. “General Luthorn and Lieutenant Ivy are holding the front of the southeast border. The sharp mountains seem