The night was thick with tension, the scent of damp earth mingling with the metallic tang of blood. Rowan and Caleb stood shoulder to shoulder, their breath misting in the frigid air. The rogues had come swiftly, emerging from the darkness like shadows brought to life. Their snarls reverberated through the trees, their glowing eyes filled with malice.
Rowan’s muscles coiled with readiness. He had fought plenty of battles in his life, but this was different. This time, Caleb was beside him. And this time, failure wasn’t an option.
“Left flank,” Caleb murmured, barely audible over the sounds of rustling leaves and distant growls.
Rowan nodded, catching on immediately. Caleb had already anticipated the rogues’ movement. It was almost uncanny how well they moved in sync despite their years
