Every trail hides danger, every step tests resolve.
The stronghold loomed ahead like a monument to past violence. Stone walls that had withstood territorial wars now crumbling under years of neglect. But the fresh defensive preparations told a different story—this wasn't an abandoned ruin anymore. It was an active threat.
Through the bond, Darius's wolf senses mapped the building's perimeter. His awareness fed directly into my tactical planning, creating a shared consciousness that made coordination effortless. We didn't need words anymore. Just intent and understanding flowing between us like breathing.
"Caleb, what are we looking at?" I asked through the communication network.
His response came back clipped and professional. "Twelve confirmed hostiles inside. Possibly more in basement levels that thermal imaging can't penetrate. Defensive positions at all major entry points. Explosives rigged at primary access routes. They've had time to prepare, and they've used it well."
