Nia’s Pov
The meeting dragged on for another twenty minutes, filled with tense voices, scribbling pens, and the scratching sound of chairs as people shifted uncomfortably. Rowan paced near the front, giving out final assignments, his tone still sharp but calm.
“Patrol teams A and B, you’ll take the eastern and northern borders,” he ordered, eyes sweeping across the table. “Clara, I want you to coordinate with the security leads and handle communication between shifts. Make sure there’s no gap in rotation.”
“Understood,” she replied, her voice crisp and confident.
Everyone nodded, some murmuring acknowledgments, others already flipping open tablets and jotting things down. Celene scribbled in her notebook beside me, while I tried to look busy, even though my mind was elsewhere, mainly f
