“What's
wrong?" Revik asked, his eyes dark.
The scout hesitated. “We’ve got three missing. Didn’t return to their quarters last night.”
Revik didn’t look up. “Who?”
“Erol, Marcey, and Tam.”
A silence. Then the scrape of metal stopped. Revik rose.
“Where were they stationed?”
“South side—near the perimeter line.”
Revik’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “They could’ve gone out early.”
“Maybe,” the scout answered, though he didn’t sound convinced.
Revik’s eyes turned to Luca and me. “You’re with me. South line. Let’s go.”
No one said anything else.
We moved fast. The woods around us blurred into flashes of green and shadow. I kept my senses stretched thin, eyes scanning for movement, scent, anything that felt off.
The silence here was unnatural. The birds weren’t singing. The wind
