Ronan and I didn't hesitate. We bolted.
The wolf behind us howled—a signal—and the forest exploded with answering calls. Not one follower. Multiple rogues, positioned strategically, waiting for us to stumble into their trap.
We'd been played. Dominic had wanted us to find his camp.
*Split up*, Ronan projected through our sibling bond. *You're faster. Get the intel back to Marcus. I'll draw them off.*
*No! We stay together—*
*GO!*
He veered left, toward the rogues, giving me a chance to break right. Three rogues peeled off to chase him while four others locked onto me. I ran faster than I'd ever run in my life, Ember pushing our body to its limits.
Behind me, I heard snarls and the sound of wolves fighting. Ronan was outnumbered, but he was strong. He could hold them off. He had to.
