Ridah’s POV
Three nights passed like a countdown with no sound.
No sleep. No real food. Just the burn of adrenaline and the weight of the plan sitting in my gut.
Forsaken’s wolves moved like ghosts through the territory, repositioning, leaving the fake patrol trails exactly where I told them to. If Kael’s people were watching—and they were—they’d see exactly what they expected to see.
A weakness.
North Ridge was quiet at 2:14 AM.
Too quiet.
The air smelled like pine sap and old rain. My boots were silent on the stone as I crouched behind the outcrop, Forsaken’s scent to my left, Marcus’s to my right.
Forty wolves spread through the ridge line, hidden, waiting. The fake patrol of eight was down in the gully, moving slow, talking loud enough to carry.
Kael wanted a clean hit at sh
