Shadows of Sabotage

The tracker glinted in the dim cave light, a tiny betrayal embedded in Drake's skin like a thorn I couldn't pull out. My teeth still ached from the bite, blood metallic on my tongue, and his eyes met mine—wide with shock, then hardening into that fierce protectiveness I craved. Outside, the crunch of footsteps grew louder, voices cutting through the night like knives. Thorne's growl led them, 'Spread out! The traitor's close!' My heart hammered, the cave's damp walls ...