(Dominic’s POV)
When night falls in Shadow Claw, the silence bites deeper than the winter wind. Not a soul stirs—except me. I move through the compound, boots muffled against the wooden planks, hunting for answers I can’t name without admitting everything I’ve felt.
I start in the logistics tent. Eli’s folder sits on the table—the one he slipped me just before dawn. I spread the pages out: mission routes, access logs, and a coded timestamp stamped in an ink not quite the same as the rest. Whoever changed it knew what they were doing. They also knew how to hide in plain sight.
I swallow, feeling the weight settle behind my ribs. It was never about suspicion. It was about betrayal.
My breath fogs in the chill as I slip outside, letting the gate click shut behind me. The camp’s perimeter
