LUCAS
There's something strange about this place.
There are guards, but they're too lazy and confident for being in enemy territory. It's enough to raise the hair on my skin.
Sometimes, the enemy is stupid. But it's better to assume the enemy is only pretending to be.
Stay sharp. This feels wrong. My warning is calm and steady through the pack link, and a soft chorus of acknowledgement rumbles in the back of my head.
We're positioned so the night air carries our scent away from the compound, but our caution seems unnecessary.
Two guards stand at the entrance, sharing a cigarette and laughing about something. Beyond them, their little compound sits quiet, protected by eight-foot walls.
My wolves could clear it in their sleep.
The vanguard has eliminated the perimeter guards; these two idiots have no idea they're now alone.
