Hunter paced the command tent like a caged animal. Maps fluttered on the central table, abandoned in the wake of his latest outburst. His shirt was half-buttoned, hair tangled from too many sleepless nights, and his eyes, normally sharp with strategy, burned with something feral.
No one had dared say her name in the past hour.
“She’s still out there,” he growled, slamming both hands on the table. “And we’re still sitting here.”
Lis winced. “We’re not doing nothing, Hunter. We’ve sent scouts, we’ve tried witches—”
“Not fast enough.”
Logan, seated cross-legged on a crate, raised a brow. “You’ve rejected every plan because none of them end with you punching Kellan in the face within twenty-four hours.”
Hunter spun. “Because every plan is too slow.”
“And going in alone is what? Efficien
