Kora’s POV
The moon was high in the sky as the pack gathered in the forest clearing, the air thick with anticipation. The shadows of the trees stretched long, their dark silhouettes merging with the thick mist that had rolled in during the evening. It was the perfect cover, a cloak of darkness to conceal our movements. Yet even with the comforting cover of the night, the tension was palpable.
Edward was by my side, his form a familiar presence in the moonlight, his silhouette cutting through the shadows. His face was set, his jaw clenched. He didn’t look at me, but I could feel his gaze on the horizon, as if he were already imagining what lay ahead.
“We move out in five,” he said, his voice low, almost drowned by the sounds of the wind rustling the trees. There was no room for mistakes
