Logan’s POV

Our Gamma lies motionless where Casper threw him, his human form twisted at an unnatural angle against the burnt cottage wall.

No movement. No sound.

"Tyler, get Dr. Flynn here immediately," I bark, but even as the words leave my mouth, I know it's too late.

I drop beside Nolan's still form, pressing my fingers to his throat. Nothing. His skin already feels cool under my touch.

"Logan?" Lucas's voice ...