The Alpha's Regret The Enemy's Claim
I just nodded.
"Alright," I said quietly. "Alright, we go together."
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We spent the next few hours planning. Xavia spread the map across the desk, pointing out routes, safe houses, and danger zones. I listened carefully, my eyes tracing the lines and markings.
"The capital is three days' journey from here," he said, tracing a path through the mountains. "We'll have to pass through the neutral woods, and then through Council-controlled territory. There are patrols, checkpoints, informants. If we're caught—"