The moment I woke from my dream connection with Seraphina, I sprang into action. Every second counted now. Her life—our lives—hung in the balance.
"Everyone up!" I barked through the mind-link, pulsing Alpha command through it. Within minutes, my core team assembled in the strategy room, faces tense but determined.
"She's in danger," I stated flatly, pacing like a caged animal. "The Regent's deadline is in fourteen hours, but we're not waiting. We move now."
Ronan nodded, already checking his weapons. "How do we get in? The Royal Residence has more security than Fort Knox."
"We go under it." I turned to Eldrin, who stood silently in the corner. "The passages you mentioned before. Are they still accessible?"
The old healer's eyes narrowed. "They haven't been used in generations, Alpha. But yes, they exist."
