Raven and Damien stepped back to the rogues. The air buzzed with tense anticipation, bodies rigid, eyes gleaming with the promise of a fight. One of the wolves tossed Damien a shirt, and he caught it effortlessly, slipping it over his head as Raven surveyed the group.
“Alright,” she said, her voice steady and commanding. “Damien and I will take the same group of wolves through the secret passage. The rest of you…” she turned toward the other half of the pack “...swim across the lake and sneak in through Boris’s back door.”
Damien’s gaze swept over them, his tone firm as he added, “Try to knock out Boris’s wolves instead of killing them. If we show restraint, we have a better chance of getting them on our side.”
A few wolves grumbled at the thought, but the logic was sound. Winning the p
