Chapter 75. Playing Dirty

Cassian POV

“Oh, yes,” Turgan tells me. “They know.”

I chuckle lightly, even with my thoughts distracted by the upcoming battle. He adds another log to the campfire and sits cross-legged on the ground nearby. I look up and over at Lyra, who is chatting with Maggie by the makeshift kitchen in our military camp.

I hate knowing that to put an end to all this, I must put my pregnant wife in danger. Try as I might to be an understanding mate who knows his Luna Queen is an independent person, the thought of her, with child, on a battlefield rattles me clear down to my bones.

“How many scouts?” I ask my Beta without breaking my gaze on my wife.

“At least a dozen,” he says, poking at the fire. “They look damn scared, too.”

I snicker. “They should.”