INTO CRESCENT TERRITORY
Selene's POV
Ronan found a third route.
Not on any of the original maps — a crossing point so old it had been removed from current tactical records entirely, a gap in the border tree line that predated the formal boundary agreements by forty years. Felix had found it in the physical archive at two in the morning, in a survey document so old the paper had gone amber at the edges, the ink faded to a soft brown that made the topographic lines look like veins in autumn leaves.
"Deer trail," Ronan had said when he showed us, with the particular tone of someone who found a certain satisfaction in solutions that were unglamorous. "Runs between two ridge lines. Not wide enough for vehicles. Barely wide enough for wolves moving single file."
"Patrol coverage?" Damon had asked, his voice carrying that edge it always did when Ronan presented something that sounded too simple to be true.
