Elara’s POV
The hunters did a good job with hiding their territory and schemes.
Kael and I arrived at a place, it was busy with hunters trying out and creating different weapons.
The scent of burning wood and silver clung to my nostrils as we hid and peeped through the bushes.
My muscles screamed in protest, but I ignored the pain. We had to get back to the pack with valid information or strategy they were building and a way to destroy them.
Kael’s breathing was steady, his powerful strides barely slowing despite the weight of our injured packmate. I could feel his anger radiating off him in waves. He wasn’t just furious about the ambush, we had been set up. Someone had tipped the hunters off about our mission.
And when I found out who, I would rip their throat out myself.
The moon
