Elina’s POV

Back at camp, the air feels tight, like everyone’s holding their breath, waiting for something terrible to drop. Isaac and Ryan are already there when we arrive, standing by the old table they’ve turned into our war room. No one speaks at first. The silence says it all.

I look around at the team. Ryan’s fists are clenched, his jaw tight. Isaac looks calm, but I know better. Adam’s eyes are focused, almost too still. And Lucas… he won’t look at me. He ...