Marco’s POV
“Alpha Marco,” one of the men near me called out as he approached, his expression taut with urgency.
“We’ve just received word from the team Beta Dan assembled—they caught the rogue camp off guard and are already pushing them toward the border.”
“So, in other words…” I said, waiting.
“Yes, Alpha Marco,” he confirmed, a proud gleam flickering in his eyes. “They’ll soon reach our location.”
“Good,” I said, voice low and commanding.
“Now listen carefully. We’ll have to intercept every single one of them. The success of this plan depends entirely on whether we can hold our line.”
I stepped forward, my gaze slicing through the ranks like a blade.
“I don’t want excuses. I don’t want failure. I don’t want your forty percent—or even your hundred.” Confusion rippled across the
