Declan's POV
"How many casualties?''
"Seven.'' The mood was sombre. Most of my people were quiet, picking up and rebliulding the breached boundaries.
Philip approached, covered in blood. I stared at him, feeling a lump on my throat. "Who's?'' I pointed to his bloody shirt.
"They..the kids..... jenny and Larrie, four and seven, they were killed.'' My blood run cold, I couldn't comprehend what I was hearing. I saw Mia shed a tear, I stood strong.
"Who did it?'' My fist was clenched.
"We don't know. We thought the kids were safe. But Jenny and Larrie saw their father get slaughtered by council men and run to help. The other kids saw it, but we can't rely on them to give us accurate information.''
I turned and walked into the house, I was on the verge of tears. What was wrong with me? H
