The air was thick with tension as Amara stood in the dimly lit chamber of the council's safehouse, her mind still reeling from the ambush. Kirin lay on a stone slab nearby, bandages covering the wounds he'd sustained. His breathing was shallow but steady, thanks to Seraphina's healing magic. Morgana sat by his side, her brow furrowed with a mix of anger and worry.
Amara paced the room, her thoughts racing. The attack had been too precise, too well-coordinated. Someone within their ranks had betrayed them, and the implications sent a chill down her spine. She paused by the window, watching as dark clouds continued to swirl in the distance, an ominous sign of the storm that had yet to break.
"It doesn't make sense," Amara muttered under her breath. "We were careful. No one outside the inner circle should've known about the mission."
Elias, leaning against the far wall with arms crossed, narrowed his eyes. "Yet someone did. The question is, who?"
