Caz
We crouched low in the underbrush, the canopy above thick and quiet. The others formed a rough semicircle around us, waiting. I kept my eyes locked on the flickers of movement between trees, my pulse thudding like war drums beneath my skin.
“She’s in there,” I said quietly, nodding toward the camp ahead. “The scent trail splits off, but all of it leads there.”
Jax knelt beside me, his brow furrowed, eyes scanning the terrain like he could read the trees themselves.
“Lot of rogue activity,” he muttered. “More than we expected. They’re rotating patrols, but the pattern is tight. Efficient. Whoever’s running this place knows how to build a perimeter.”
That wasn’t what I wanted to hear—but it was what I needed.
“I’ll take the north slope,” I said. “It’s thinner, elevation’s on our si
