The forest wrapped around us like a living thing, its silence stretching tight. Every step we took felt heavier than it should, the damp earth swallowing our movements. Ahead, Class A's camp flickered in the dim light, their fire barely a glow through the trees. Smart. They knew how to stay hidden.
"Both of you stay here." I said quietly to them.
Julien shot me a look. "Going solo?"
I nodded. "Less noise that way."
Mira didn't argue. She simply melted into the shadows, watching our surroundings. Julien, for once, kept his mouth shut. That meant he understood how risky this was.
I moved forward, keeping low. The forest floor was damp, soft enough to muffle my steps. Class A's camp was organized—tents arranged in a loose circle, their supply crates stacked near the center. Three students were awake. Two stood on guard at the edges, barely paying attention. The third sat near the fire, half-dozing.
Their supplies were practically unguarded.
Too easy.
