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.

work was meticulous as always, marking every potential choke point along the rogue king's

feeling reassured, I felt an unsettling sense

said,

hesitation immediately, his brow furrowing as he stepped

like a storm. "It's too straightforward," I admitted, tracing a

on manipulation, misdirection. If he's letting us see this if he's making it this obvious-then he wants us to

his hands pressing against the edge. "You think the supply routes

think they might be. He knows we'll target his

why let us?

tilted his head slightly, his golden gaze studying me. "What

puzzle beginning to shift into place. Ardan wasn't just trying to win a battle; he was trying to send

to

routes were bait, then the real target had to be something far more

I said aloud, my voice gaining strength. "What if he's

furrowed.

quickening as the answer crystallized in

destroy the foundation of the Packs. To

he's going after something critical, it has to

that represents everything he

he stepped closer,

spot on the

and Lunas are meeting to discuss a united response. If he strikes there, it's not just an attack-it's a statement. A declaration that

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explain why he's

opportunity to hit the council

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