The rebel camp buzzed with uneasy whispers, shadows dancing against the flickering flames of their makeshift fire. Every glance was a question, every silence heavy with suspicion.
Kaela paced, her thoughts a tangled storm. How could she protect her people when the enemy was hiding within?
Ava's voice cut through the murmur. "We need to find the traitor before they destroy us all."
Kaela nodded, determination hardening her features. "We'll set a trap. Watch every move. No one leaves until we know the truth."
Joren stood apart, his face unreadable beneath the hood. Was he ally or enemy? The doubt gnawed at Kaela's resolve.
Suddenly, a scream shattered the night.
Everyone froze.
From the shadows, a figure collapsed — blood seeping through torn clothes.
Kaela rushed forward, heart pounding.
The traitor had made their first move.