Chapter 61: The Weight of Command
The war room had become a vortex of controlled chaos. Kael's voice cut through the noise, sharp and clear, each word leaving no room for question.
"Valen, I want your best trackers. Not the greenhorns. I want people who've survived Northern winters."
Valen gave a sharp nod, his scarred face grim. "I've got three in mind. They tracked the Nightclaw assassins through the Blackfrost Pass."
"Take them. Ronan, coordinate with logistics. I want the snowmobiles equipped with mounted weapons and extra fuel. We're not coming back until we have him."
Ronan hesitated for a fraction of a second. "Alpha, if we take the heavy vehicles and the best trackers, we're leaving the Keep vulnerable. Thorne's rebels are still out there, and we don't know where Alaric's main force—"
