Ronan drew the scarf higher, masking his face until only his eyes remained… cold and unblinking.In perfect unison, Ira, Lyra, and the seven warriors followed suit. Black cloth erased flesh and features alike. Names were stripped away. Rank ceased to matter. There was only intent.Ronan raised two fingers.Two warriors broke away from the formation, their movements so precise they barely disturbed the air. One moment they were there then the next they were gone, absorbed by shadow as if the night itself had claimed them.Ronan remained still, his eyes fixed on the Crescent Moon Pack from the cover of tangled brush and shadow.Beside him, Ira crouched low, her focus sharp, her presence coiled and ready. Lyra stayed just behind them, breath controlled, gaze sweeping the same terrain with practiced awareness. The other five warriors held their positions without shifting, bodies pressed into concealment, as motionless as the earth itself.They watched… The walls. The distant patrols. The
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