Pamela's POV
The war table was filled up with maps, candles, and quickly written notes. Amarok was bent over the largest map, his finger moving down the outline of Ray's mansion. Denise sat opposite him, sharpening a dagger as if he were already in battle, ready to go in and take down the pack if I asked. I stood between them, my arms crossed, my eyes fixed on the red marks where guards usually patrolled.
"It won't be easy," Amarok muttered loud enough for everyone to hear. "The tunnels are narrow. Twenty-four men is plenty, but the load will be too heavy to carry. So we'll need every one of them for the carrying of those bags."
Denise smiles as he tests the edge of his blade. "Heavy lifting won't be the problem. The problem will be getting out before they realize what we've taken."
I looked down at the map, my heart surprisingly calm. "Then we make it quick. In and out. No hesitation, no battles, we don't want them finding out, we took it, at least not from now."
