Elijah
The forest held its breath.
Dawn was still hours away, the sky ink-black above us as Crescent Hollow warriors lined up behind me—silent, lethal, eyes glowing faintly with restrained fury. Anticihummed through us, thick and electric, every wolf poised on the edge of violence.
Jackson stood at my right, rolling his shoulders once, like he was shaking off restraint. Or barely containing it.
Two camps.
Two chances to burn Darius’s empire to the ground.
I lifted my fist.
Everything stilled.
“We move fast. No hesitation,” I said, my voice low but carrying. “Free the prisoners first. Kill any guard that resists. Burn what’s left.” My gaze hardened. “If you spot Darius, mind-link Jackson and me. Don’t take him on alone. That’s an order.”
Jackson’s grin was sharp, feral. “I’ve been
