"Fifteen kilometers?" I snapped, slamming the map down so hard a couple of markers bounced off the table. "That's still a goddamn forest the size of a small country! How the fuck are we supposed to find them in that?"
Callum crossed his arms. "The scouts narrowed it down from forty. Two of them are pushing closer right now, checking for entry routes, but they're staying well out of detection range. We can't afford to spook the Order."
Senior Hunter Garrick rubbed his beard, staring at the map. "They've got natural barriers here and here," he said, pointing. "Dense tree cover. Likely watch posts on these ridges. If they're holding prisoners, it'll be in the center compound."
I let out a bitter laugh. "Center compound. Great. So we just waltz into the middle of their fucking cult nest."
The second hunter spoke up. "We've been watching them for months. They usually keep high-value targets in the underground levels with reinforced concrete that are hard to breach."
