The Silver Creek war room had never seen tension like this.
I stood at the head of the tactical table, studying satellite photos of a warehouse district that screamed "government black site." Kai occupied the opposite end, close enough that I could feel the damaged mate bond humming between us like a live wire, far enough that I wouldn't accidentally touch him and complicate things further.
"Seventeen buildings, six possible locations," Logan reported, spreading reconnaissance photos across the polished wood. "Sarah Mitchell's phone pinged from this general area before going dark."
"Security assessment?" I asked, trying to ignore the way Kai's scent made my wolf pace restlessly.
"Military grade. Motion sensors, thermal imaging, armed patrols on predictable routes." Jake pointed to guard positions marked in red. "Standard extraction would require a full tactical team and probably result in casualties."
