Aeris’s pov
As Nathaniel’s laughter faded into the passage, a hush settled over his troops. I could see the flickers of torch light reflecting off their armor, but my thoughts were fixed on my strategy. Tristan motioned silently, signaling to our hidden lycan warriors. A small nod passed between us, understanding embedded in the subtle gesture. We wouldn’t strike until Nathaniel and his men had advanced just a bit further—deep enough for us to close in from behind and block any retreat.
The clinking of weapons and armor echoed louder as Nathaniel’s soldiers pressed forward, some whispering crude jokes about the supposed “weakness” of Mistefell. Little did they know they were advancing straight into the hands of waiting lycans.
Then, Tristan spoke in a low, steely voice beside me, “As so
