SERAPHINA’S POV
We didn’t move as a pack.
A full Nightfang presence moving through the outer territories would draw attention, and attention was the last thing we needed.
Not when we were still trying to understand how deep this network ran or who, exactly, sat at its center.
So we split.
Small units. Different routes. Enough distance between us that no single failure would collapse the whole operation.
And just enough chaos to make it look like something else entirely.
Something messier. Less predictable.
Rogues.
“Remind me again why I have to look like I haven’t showered in three days,” Maya muttered beside me, tugging at the rough jacket she’d thrown over her usual clothes.
I didn’t look at her, my attention fixed on the narrow trade route below where the convoy was expected to pass.
“Because,” I said calmly, adjusting the dirty hood over my head, “you’re not supposed to look like yourself.”
“But myself is so hot,” she sighed, picking a twig out of her tangled curls.
