"Do you hear that?" Caleb whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant rustling of leaves. He crouched low, his sharp eyes scanning the treeline. "They're moving closer. Too close."
Ethan stood next to him, tense and alert. "Rogues don't creep this quietly," he said, his voice a low growl. "They're planning something."
From behind them, Avery emerged from the shadows, her expression hard. "The scouts reported increased movement last night," she said. "Liam's gathering them. He knows the full moon gives him the upper hand."
Ethan's jaw tightened. "He's smart enough to wait for the moon, but reckless enough to believe he can break us. He's underestimating what we're capable of."
"Are you sure about that?" Caleb interjected. "Every move he's made has been calculated. We might be the ones underestimating him."
