The Alpha King took a deep breath. “So it’s around the same time we battled those Mimics in the Black Mountains.” He stroked his chin, his eyes distant. “Do we have any losses?”

“No casualties, but several are wounded. The Moonflame Pack’s infirmary can barely hold them so we set up tents. The neighboring Alphas that were present helped with taking care of the wounded and demanded a few Healers from their respective packs. I’ve actually debated writing to my brother, Alpha Vance, for additional Healers, but I don't think it's possible.”

"No, it is not," said the Alpha King. "Let Vance focus on his pack first before extending help...