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~Rowan's POV
Hald shook his head firmly. "No, my lord. You won't last an hour if you don't get treated. You've all lost too much blood."
Kael tried to protest, but his voice broke into a groan. He was bleeding heavily from his arm. Damon looked at me; his eyes were glassy, his face pale.
He sighed. "Fine," he muttered. "Handle the rest, Hald. Ensure Fridolf is caught alive and locate their hideout. Belinda should be around, too. Fish her out and bring her here alive."
Hald nodded. "Yes, Alpha."
I could barely keep my legs steady. The pain in my side was sharp now, every breath scraping against the wound Fridolf gave me.
As Hald barked orders to the remaining men, I looked at my brothers. Damon's face was set and tired. Kael's eyes were still burning with anger, but his body trembled.
"Everyone, help yourselves! Don't wait for orders, get the wounded inside now!" Hald ordered the guards.
