Dylan’s p.o.v.
The night was dark, the sky swallowed by thick dark clouds that hid the stars. A fitting backdrop for the mess we were in.
We had spent the last hour laying out the details of how we would sneak into the castle as the entire Wolfen City was buzzing about Chloe, and with the bounty on her head, we couldn’t afford to make a single misstep. One wrong move and she’d be dragged to the King in chains or worse.
“I know the castle’s weakest entry points,” I said, tracing a rough outline on the dirt. “But we’ll have to move carefully. Bella wouldn’t make the king just put a bounty on your head without tightening security.”
Chloe crouched beside me and studied the plan with sharp eyes. “She’s afraid.”
I glanced at her. “Afraid?”
She nodded, her fingers curling into the fabric of
