Connor’s POV
The forest was silent, but I could hear them.
Their laughter, the clinking of bottles, the murmurs of those who believed they had won.
Idiots.
I raised a hand, signaling my warriors, and we moved forward in complete silence, surrounding the small clearing where the young rogues were celebrating their so-called “victory.” Their tracks were everywhere. They had run without caution, leaving a clear path for us to follow. Broken branches, disturbed earth, the lingering scent of their adrenaline still thick in the air. Finding them had not been difficult.
I got close enough to get a better look. Some were sprawled on the ground, laughing among themselves, half-empty bottles in their hands. Others leaned against tree trunks, relaxed, completely unaware of the danger closing in
