Maya's POV:
The compound looked like a summer camp that had gone wrong.
I crouched low behind a row of pines, night-vision binoculars pressed to my face. Cabins painted in cheerful yellow, a swing set, even a little lake shining under the moonlight—it could’ve been any kids’ retreat. Except for the razor wire. And the guards with guns.
“Seventeen heat signatures inside the main building,” Victoria’s voice came through my earpiece, tinny but steady. “All small. All close together.”
“Guards?” Kai asked beside me.
“Eight on patrol, probably more inside.”
Alpha Graves shifted his massive frame next to me, making no sound at all for a man his size. “Standard supernatural setup—mixed species, tight patrols.”
Through our bond, I felt Kai breaking the scene down into tactics—routes, cover,
