As night fell, the festivities at the camp came to an end. Sleep, however, was a far-off dream for Kael. He couldn't get the intercepted communication out of his head. There was a possible traitor among them, someone who could destroy everything they had worked so hard to accomplish.
With the flicker of a lantern creating lengthy shadows on the fabric walls, Kael paced his tent. Although he was aware that hesitation could be deadly, the incorrect action could destroy their tenuous relationship.
Elara came in, centring herself. "Are you still awake?"
Kael gave a nod. "Elara, I can't get rid of it. If the message is accurate, it has the potential to destroy us.
"We'll deal with it," she stated resolutely. "But first, we must determine who we can rely on."
Her eyes met Kael's, who was looking for clarification. "Where even do we begin?"
Elara unfurled a piece of paper with scrawled comments along the margins. "I've already started to examine how information moves across the camp. The sen
