WILLOW'S POV.
We hadn't gone far when a sudden commotion behind us pulled my attention. I paused, and so did the others. A man was hurrying toward Atlas, his movements quick and urgent. I caught snippets as he spoke—something about rogue sightings, tracks too close to the border last night, secret passages.
I exchanged a glance with my team—Leah, Olivia, Mason, and Caleb. They all looked at me the same way, alert, curious, and tense.
Atlas didn’t move hurriedly. He remained calm even as the man explained the situation. I could hear him asking questions, but I couldn't catch much of it.
"What's going on?" Olivia asked, and I shook my head, wordlessly letting her know I didn't know either.
After a few moments, Atlas turned toward me and waved me over. My brows furrowed. The others stay
