Third Person POV
The mountains were quiet that afternoon, too quiet for comfort. The kind of silence that came after storms… thick, heavy, and uneasy.
Braxton and his allies gathered inside the stone bunker that served as their temporary command base. Maps were spread across the table, marked with red pins and faint ink circles. The smell of parchment and smoke filled the air.
They had just finished the first phase. And it worked.
“Three of Jaxon’s spies have been flushed out,” Damon said, eyes flicking over the reports. “Two were caught trying to leak false orders to the eastern patrols, and one,” he tapped the parchment, “was actually a servant at the High Council outpost. We’ve got names. We’ve got confessions.”
Lukas leaned back on his chair, boots up on the table. “And the halluc
