JAKE
Later that night, Lucas and I moved silently through the darkness, leaving the pack mansion behind. The cold air of the Liwdoe Forest greeted us as we entered its shadowy depths. The forest was eerily quiet, the rustling leaves and distant hoots of owls the only sounds accompanying our cautious footsteps.
We carried everything we needed—explosives, cameras, and other supplies. It had to be done quickly and without drawing attention. The stakes were too high, and every second counted.
“We’ll plant the cameras here first,” I whispered, pointing to a thick tree with an expansive view of the clearing ahead. “Make sure they’re secure and well-hidden.”
Lucas nodded and got to work while I scanned the surroundings. The forest felt alive in a way that set my wolf, Gary, on edge. He growle
