"We attack tonight." My voice echoed in the tense silence of the Bloodmoon Pack's war room. The weight of my words hung in the air, heavy with resolve and desperation.
Kael leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "That's suicide, Liana." His words cut through the room like a blade.
"Then it's a suicide mission I'm willing to lead." I met his gaze, unflinching. The pack warriors gathered around the long wooden table exchanged uneasy glances, but I couldn’t afford doubt right now. Not when Draven's life was on the line.
Kael slammed his fist on the table. "Damn it, Liana! We don't even know how many guards they have or where Draven is being held. This isn't bravery—it's madness!"
"Madness or not, I'm going," I shot back. "Anyone who isn't afraid to fight can come with me."
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