Chapter 190 The Frontline Of Shadows

• BRIANA
• The run toward the packhouse goes surprisingly smooth, with only two more brief encounters with patrolling warriors. Everyone checks in with Linda or Titus, who keep Drake and me updated. So far, seventy percent of Marcus’s men have been drugged—numbers I’m proud of. The remaining thirty percent must be gathered at the packhouse, waiting for us.
• “Briana!” someone shouts just in time for me to sense a punch coming my way. I drop low, spinning on my heel and driving an uppercut straight into my attacker’s jaw. The crack of teeth and bone echoes in the night before he collapses, blood dripping from his mouth. One hit—that’s all it takes. He’s out cold.