Chapter 120: Midday

Nessa's POV

The count came back at two hundred and eleven.

Forty-three of them needed something to lean on just to stand. One was seventy years old, gripping a hand axe.

Alpha Dain handed me the paper without a word.

"How many in the nursery?" I asked.

"Thirty-six children," Wilda said. "Oldest...

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