Nova POV

The pack house is rammed. We’ve made use of all the rooms to set up the pack and make mini infirmaries to treat the wounded. Even as I’m here gathering more towels and dressings to use the death count rises. The last update was 20 minutes ago and we were told 32 members of the pack had died. The territory is being scouted by patrol to look for more survivors and in some cases bring the bodies of the dead back. I grit my teeth as I think off those who died protecting their homes. Matts been quiet , I know the pain and anger of this is getting to him but keeping himself isolated won’t help in the long run.

I stack the linen out and head downstairs. People mill in and out of rooms , some I’ve never seen before and some I recognise from my walks around the pack. I spot Leah and Adam heading into the cinema room looking scared and upset. I follow them to reassure them but my foot hovers over the threshold when I see Milo. He’s covered in blood and laying on one of the sofas. Miles , Adam