Chapter 14

• {Casper’s Pov}
• From where we crouched, the woods offered us cover and a vantage point. I watched the decoy team sneak from the shadows with terrifying precision. Just over twenty wolves. Coordinated with no words. Just nods and silent steps.
• The elders who served with Tyrion moved with a grace that made me re-evaluate myself. Fluid, focused. The youngest among them, a lanky grey-coated wolf named Vann, scaled a low outcrop near the eastern edge and gave a sharp whistle.