Chapter 187 Whispers Before Midnight

• BRIANA
• The night is eerily calm as our vans rumble quietly down the gravel path leading toward the Moonveil borders. Every crunch beneath the tires feels louder than it should, as if the forest itself is holding its breath. We’d decided to arrive in small groups of five vehicles every hour until everyone in our army reached the rendezvous. It was the safest way to approach without alerting the enemy.
• Jack is driving us through this final stretch, while Carrie guides him through their link. Every direction she gives sounds urgent, her tone sharp but steady. We can’t afford mistakes—not this close to Moonveil.