(Dominic’s POV)
The air was thick with silence—unnaturally so. Even the crickets knew to stay quiet when death was coming.
Moonlight spilled over the jagged ravine below as I crouched behind a crooked ledge of stone, eyes locked on the dimly lit outpost nestled in the crags. The Hollow Fang had chosen their lair well. Hidden, remote, and crawling with shadows that didn’t belong.
I turned back to the warriors flanking me—Logan on my right, jaw clenched and eyes cold, and Skylar on my left, steady and silent. The others fanned out behind them, all clad in pitch-dark leathers, fangs and steel glinting faintly beneath the stars.
We had planned this for days. Every route scouted, every patrol timed to the second.
It had to be perfect.
And it was—until it wasn’t.
With a signal of my hand,
