Evelyn wasted no time. The moment the prisoner was escorted away, she called for an emergency war council. In the dimly lit command tent, her closest allies gathered—Kael, Lysara, Captain Alden, and a handful of trusted officers.
"We have a traitor among us," Evelyn stated grimly. "Possibly more than one."
Murmurs of disbelief and concern spread through the tent, but Kael silenced them with a sharp glare. "We need to act now before it's too late."
Lysara crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. "If the enemy plans to strike from within, we can't trust anyone outside this tent."
Captain Alden nodded. "We should set a trap. Leak false information and see who takes the bait."
Evelyn considered the idea. "Agreed. We'll plant a report that the eastern walls are unguarded and watch to see if the enemy acts on it."
Kael's jaw tightened. "And if we find the traitor?"
Evelyn met his gaze, her voice like steel. "We deal with them accordingly."
The room fell silent. Everyone understood the weight of her words. Betrayal was punishable by death.
Outside, the camp bustled with preparations for the coming siege. Unbeknownst to them, shadows lurked among their ranks, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Evelyn had no intention of letting them succeed.