The scent of silver and blood filled the air, thick and nauseating. My muscles tensed as I crouched behind a fallen tree, Kael beside me, both of us watching the old mining structure ahead. This was no ordinary hideout. It was fortified, too many guards, too much activity. The hunters had turned this place into their stronghold.
Kael studied the layout, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter. "Three guards patrolling, two at the entrance. They're carrying silver rounds."
I exhaled slowly, adjusting the grip on my dagger. "Then we can’t afford mistakes."
He smirked, casting me a sideways glance. "You sound like me now."
I rolled my eyes, ignoring the way my heart clenched at his teasing tone. "Focus, Kael."
He chuckled under his breath, then nodded. "We take them out quietly. You go lef
