The camp's uneasy silence shattered as Kaela gathered her closest allies. Faces worn from battle and betrayal glared back at her, eyes heavy with distrust.
"We have hours before the Ashen regroup," Kaela said, voice sharp. "The traitor is among us, and if we don't act fast, we'll lose everything."
Joren stepped forward, his voice steady but laced with urgency. "I know where they might be hiding. There's an abandoned factory on the outskirts — a perfect place for secret meetings."
Ava clenched her fists, determination blazing. "Then that's where we find them."
Kaela nodded, heart pounding. "Tonight, we end this. No mistakes."
As shadows lengthened and the moon rose high, the rebels prepared to strike — not just against the Ashen, but against the darkness lurking in their midst.
The hunt had begun.