It had taken a while, but Johan had hurried out to the woods and located the hunting pack, and they had all made haste back to the Den. Their faces were grim and wracked with guilt as they dropped their kills off at the main table. They had been out having fun while their friends were dying.

The lycanthropes burst through the opening and looked around. Tarloh went over to Arthur to check on the wounded. Talia checked in with Grunt, who had been piling up the bodies of their enemies . . . and friends.

“Wie should have been here," Red whispered, walking around the carnage.

Patrick landed next to her.

“You couldn't have known," he reminded her.

"The hunt has been going on for decades and there was never a problem."

Anya walked up after having gotten dressed.

"Somehow they found out," she said.

“They knew you would be gone, they knew about the powers of those who stayed behind . . . they knew everything. Either they've been spying on us more closely than we thought . . ."

"Or we have a traitor in our midst," Red finished.

"Check the the bodies. Find out if there is anyone from our side that isn't accounted for. If there is anyone missing, tell me." Despite their guilt, none of the rest of the Strays blamed the werebeings for what happened.

Red looked around. She was no stranger to war, but it was the first time she had seen it fought in her own home.

"How the hell did that subway car get up there?" she asked.

Anya looked back towards the tunnel.

"Yeah . . . uhm. . . I was going to get to that. You see. . ."

Red realized that someone was missing . . . someone she hadn't seen.

“Anya . . . where's Jane? Is she a”

"She's . . . actually, she's hiding back in your room. She seems to feel safe there. Red, she . . . Jane saved us." Anya told Red everything that had happened.

Red went and talked to Tarloh. He told her to go check on Jane, and he would take care of everything else.

Red walked back into her room. She wondered how Jane even knew about it. She wasn't particularly mad, just confused. She found the younger woman sitting on the floor, staring at the bookshelf. Jane was covered in the green blood of the Hellspawn. Red had wanted to thank her . . . to praise Jane for what she had done, but she could tell Jane wasn't in the mood for praise. So Red just sat down next to her, and didn't say a word when Jane rested her head on Red's shoulder.

“I'm glad you're back," Jane said.

“I shouldn't have left," Red replied.

“Anya told me what happened.

She told me what you did. How . . . how are you feeling?"