Judy's POV

I stared down at Spencer's dead body.

Gavin had left an hour ago, and a few minutes ago, the feeling in my body started to return. I was now fully sitting up, and my eyes immediately found Spencer lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood.

So, that's what Gavin meant when he said Spencer had been taken care of. He killed him; despite everything, I couldn't help but feel a bit sad over Spencer's death. He was still my friend even if he did something terrible... I never really got a chance to find out the truth from him... I never got to question him and get the answers I so desperately needed.

But most importantly, I never got to say goodbye.

"How many died?" I finally asked after what felt like an eternity of silence.

Greggor was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly.

"Most of the pack," he said. "When I left, there were about 17 or so survivors, but a few of them were in critical condition. The pack medics are on the scene."

"What about the rogues?" I asked. "Are there any more in the pack?"

He shook his head.

either dead or ran off," he told me. "A lot of gammas are

My chest ached.

"Marlo?" I asked.

something because the rest of his

them?" We were the stronger of the teams that

was trying to get back to the pack; he was in pretty bad condition. We helped get him out of the forest, and by the time we returned to the pack, he was out cold. I haven't seen

throat. I couldn't fathom the thought that they were all

here," I said as I started to get out of bed. My body still felt

here until

something happened?" Anxiety bubbled inside

I don't intend to disappoint him," he told me, folding his arms across his

he was right; Gavin would kill him if he disobeyed direct orders. It wasn't fair of me to ask him

the edge of the bed,

Ron there for business on occasions. Besides that, though, it's known that he does

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