Fractures in Trust

The team sat around the dimly lit table, tension crackling in the stale air like electricity.

Luca held up a small, cracked device — a hidden comm tracker they'd recovered from the aftermath of the ambush.

"This wasn't just any tracker," he explained, voice tight. "It was customized — tied to someone inside our ranks."

Kaela leaned forward, eyes sharp. "Any way to trace it?"

Luca nodded grimly, fingers flying over his tablet. "Yes. If the signal hasn't been wiped."

Minutes stretched, every heartbeat loud in the silence.

Then — a flicker on the screen, coordinates locking in.

Ava's gaze hardened. "This could be the break we've needed."

Suddenly, the warehouse door creaked open, and a shadow slipped inside.

The team tensed, hands instinctively reaching for weapons.

But it was Silas — his face grave.

"There's more," he said. "Winterglass is planning something bigger. We don't have much time."

The cracks in their trust deepened, but now, hope glimmered amidst the darkness.

The hunt for the betrayer had just taken a deadly turn.

To be continued...