Chase
By morning…
My leg was completely healed. No pain. No weakness. Like it had never happened.
That alone told me how much stronger the bond with Clara had made me.
Not just physically. But everything.
I rolled my shoulder once as I stepped into the war room. Tyler and Jack were already there.
A large map of Nightshade territory was spread across the table, marked with rough estimates, tree lines, elevation changes, and the location of the old packhouse.
Jack leaned over the table, tapping a spot near the northern ridge. “If we come in from here, we’ve got elevation.”
Tyler shook his head. “Too exposed. If they’ve got watchers, we’ll be seen before we even get close.”
I stepped in, resting my hands on the table. “We need surprise.”
Jack glanced up at me. “And speed.”
“Both,”
