Chapter 421: Breaking the Illusion

Astrid's POV

The Packhouse felt like it was holding its breath.

The soft rustle of papers, the distant murmur of warriors preparing for their assignments, even the steady crackle of the fireplace-all of it felt muted under the weight of what was coming.

I stood at the center of the war room, the maps and reports spread before me like pieces of a puzzle I hadn't yet solved.

My mind raced through the details, analyzing each thread of information, trying to see the bigger picture that Ardan had laid out for us.

We had a plan—an effective one by all accounts. But something gnawed at me, a persistent itch in the back of my mind that refused to be ignored.

This was too easy. Too obvious. And when it came to Ardan, nothing was ever straightforward.

The rogues had proven time and again that they were more than just a mindless army.

They adapted, improvised, and somehow always managed to stay two steps ahead.

If we underestimated them now, the cost could be devastating.

The door creaked open, and Killian stepped inside, his golden eyes immediately locking onto mine.

His presence, as always, was steadying-a reminder that I wasn't alone in this fight.

“The warriors are in position,” he said, his voice low but firm. “We're ready to strike at the supply routes the moment you give the word."

I nodded, my gaze flickering to the map.

meticulous as always, marking every potential choke point

instead of feeling reassured, I felt an unsettling sense of

good plan," I said, though

hesitation immediately, his brow

him, my thoughts churning like a storm. "It's too straightforward," I

letting us see this if he's making it this obvious-then he

he leaned over the table, his hands pressing

might be. He knows we'll target his resources-it's the

is, why let us? What's he hiding while

slightly, his golden gaze studying me. "What are you

the map, the pieces of the puzzle beginning to shift into place. Ardan wasn't just trying

was calculated to dismantle the Packs

the real target had to be something

he's using the supply routes to divert us?" I said aloud, my voice gaining strength. "What if he's trying to lure our forces away from something

brows furrowed. "Like

as the answer crystallized in my

foundation

he's going after something critical,

represents everything he wants to tear

and he stepped closer, his voice low.

the map where the council would meet

to discuss a united response. If he strikes there, it's not just an attack-it's a statement.

اظا

his jaw tightening. "That would explain why he's letting us see the supply

the opportunity to hit the council while

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