Kael's heart pounded in his chest, his instincts screaming at him that something was wrong. The stillness of the air, the silence that had settled over the camp—it was all too perfect. They were being led into a trap, and Kael knew it.
Garren's gaze flickered toward him, eyes narrowing in concern. "What do you want to do?"
Kael's mind raced. He could feel Lyra close by, her presence like a beacon calling to him through the dark. He couldn't turn back now—not when she was so close. But if they rushed in without a plan, Marcus would have the upper hand, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes.
"We split up," Kael said after a moment, his voice low and controlled. "You take half the pack and secure the outer perimeter. Make sure no one escapes. I'll take the others and head for Lyra."
Garren hesitated, his jaw tight. "Kael, you know Marcus will be waiting for you."
Kael's expression hardened. "I know. But I'm not leaving without her."
