Physically shaken up, Kalib took his first nervous step forward. The pit of his stomach felt cold with fear as he made his slow way to where Anton lay. From where he stood he couldn't tell if Anton was breathing. But with her head mashed as it was . . . Well, he wouldn't know how to explain it to the alphas. "Anton?" He called, hoping to get a response but didn't receive one. His blood ran cold with the thought of his packmate dying by the hands of another werewolf. Blood reeked in the air, it was hard to smell anything else. Kalib couldn't help but stare in blind astonishment at Anton's body, his trance breaking with Fay's voice.

"Fay," He stiffly turned toward the only sounds he could heard beside his own heart beating like a jackhammer. "what happened here. . ." Blue eyes set upon the other omega and didn't move away. "What happened."