The tension in the camp was palpable. After the unexpected rogue attack, everyone was on high alert. Wolves patrolled the perimeter in pairs, eyes sharp, and ears pricked for any sign of movement.
The air was thick with unease, and Celeste found herself pacing the length of her tent, her thoughts a chaotic swirl.
Hunter entered without warning, his presence commanding as usual. “We’ve set up a double perimeter. No one’s getting in or out without us knowing.”
Celeste barely acknowledged him, too wrapped up in her own frustration. “How did they know where to hit us? Logan and Lisa are some of our best, and they still got ambushed.”
Hunter rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s not adding up. Someone’s feeding them intel. There’s no way they’d be this coordinated without inside help.”
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