ALICE'S POV:
Every step was measured. The rogues followed behind me, their movements quieter than shadows. I had trained them well. This mission was critical, and there was no room for error.
“We move faster,” I whispered without turning back. My voice was barely audible, but I knew they heard me. They always did. There was a rustle as they quickened their pace, but not a single rogue made a sound. They knew what was at stake.
Jared, second-in-command, appeared by my side. His eyes glowed faintly in the moonlight. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low but steady. "They won’t see us coming?”
I shot him a sideways glance. "I know the pack house better than anyone, Jared. Every entrance, every hidden path. They won’t see us until it’s too late."
He nodded, his jaw tightening
