CALEB
We raced through the dense woods, every beat of my heart matching the rhythm of my pounding steps. The rogues were close, their scents thick in the air, but Ethan was nowhere to be found. It was infuriating. Every lead, every ounce of effort, and yet, we were left chasing shadows.
I growled low in my throat, frustration bubbling up as Hunter and I tore through the underbrush. We’d been tracking Ethan for days, and every lead led us to a dead end. And now, we were surrounded by rogues. They’d put up a good fight, but no matter how many we took down, they knew nothing—absolutely nothing—about Ethan or Aiden.
Hunter, my brother-in-arms, wiped blood from his brow, his chest heaving as he stepped over a rogue’s body. “These bastards are useless. They know nothing,” he spat, his voice
