Chapter 188 Whispers Before The Storm

• DRAKE
• All around me, wolves move in quiet concentration, changing into the clothes that will hide us under the night — black pants, black long-sleeved shirts, and facemasks. The white bandanas tied around our arms will let Marcus’ guards know we’re the ones they can trust. I close my eyes for a moment, whispering a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess. I pray for her to guide us, to protect the wolves standing shoulder to shoulder in this clearing, and to help us take Moonveil swiftly and cleanly — without the loss of innocent lives.
• Briana stands at the center of the group, her voice firm as she sends off teams of four, each holding a map that marks their starting point. The plan is simple, yet deadly precise: we’ll surround Moonveil, closing in from every side. One by one, we’ll strike the homes of the wolves Marcus trusts most — the ones who’ve harmed others for too long. The innocent will be spared. The guilty will not.