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there are still a lot of wounded to tend to.” Such as Greg, the Hunter I didn’t know at all until half an hour ago and am now curious about—his arm and leg were bleeding heavily the last time I saw him.
    “Yourself included,” Marcus says, gesturing at my ankle and forearm.
    My ankle is a mass of itchy-healing sensations. My arm isn’t bleeding as it was, but it does hurt like a bastard. The skin is swollen and hot, but I ignore it in favor of getting the hell out of the Pit. I’m just lucky Wolf Boy never got a better angle with his teeth. “I’ll heal.”
    He tilts his head. “Indeed.”
    I’m winded by the time we reach the top of the Pit and am doing my best to not pant or gasp. Though frustrating, my lack of energy doesn’t really surprise me. I haven’t eaten properly in weeks, and my stamina wouldn’t let me go two rounds with a toddler right now, even after sleeping most of yesterday and all night. One hour’s battle has completely exhausted me. I need to rest.
    I also need answers, and the latter seriously trumps the former.
    Wyatt stays close without actually touching—hovering yet still giving me space. I can’t read his face and that worries me. He’s always been so open with me, so blunt and honest, that this invisible wall around his emotions is jarring, almost painful.
    Understandable, though. It’s not every day your girlfriend comes back to life for the second time.
    Our group heads for the front of the Admin building, where I left Kismet and company earlier, with Marcus in the lead and Tybalt behind us. As we round the smokingremains of Boot Camp’s most important building, two things are immediately clear.
    First, a triage area is already under way, with Adrian Baylor shouting orders to both the injured and able-bodied trainees. The teens are tense, most of them pale-faced but stoically doing as they’re told by someone whose sheer size and voice command their attention. They’re setting up in the parking lot next to Admin. Someone’s already raided the infirmary for supplies. The only thing I don’t see is any of the medical staff.
    Second, the few non-wounded Hunters and a handful of brave trainees have gathered around one of the Jeeps in a tense cluster. Gina Kismet is standing on the hood next to a raven-haired woman in Black Ops gear identical to Wyatt’s. I locate Phineas in the crowd, as well as Milo and a handful of other familiar faces, both Hunters and Handlers.
    Two more Black Ops strangers, male and female, break away from the group and head over to intercept us.
    “What the hell is Astrid doing?” Marcus asks. The angle of his head suggests he means the woman with Kismet.
    The new female has the palest green eyes I’ve ever seen, and short, spiky hair in numerous shades of brown. “Volunteering our help with cleanup, apparently,” she replies. “Preliminary death count is twenty-six, but that will probably go up.”
    Twenty-six. Jesus Christ
. Anywhere from twenty to thirty teens are at Boot Camp training at any given time, plus the trainers, medical staff, and people employed at R&D, which totals maybe fifteen more. That’s more than half of our numbers dead.
    “Are they all trainees?” Tybalt asks.
    The female shakes her head. “It appears the beasts rampaged through your Admin building before they made their presence known outside. Your staff is dead.Many of your trainees are wounded and several more may die.”
    I shudder. “What about Hunters?”
    “Several injuries, but I believe they are all alive.” She gives me a once-over with her creepy pale eyes. My instincts scream she’s Therian; I’m just not sure which Clan. “Evangeline Stone, I presume?”
    Does everyone know who I am?
“Yep. Who are you?”
    “Leah de Loew. You’re prettier than I imagined you’d be.”
    “Um, thanks?” I’m too exhausted to put more thought into a response or wonder just exactly what she’s heard about me, other than the obvious. Died and rose again; died