The tension in the air was palpable as Evelyn crouched behind a thick bush, peering down the road. She could hear the distant sound of wheels creaking and horses' hooves clattering against the cobblestones. Each second felt like an eternity as they waited for the supply wagon to appear.
"Remember our signals," Rowan whispered beside her, his voice steady but low. "We wait until the wagon is halfway through before we spring the trap."
Evelyn nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at the distraction team, who were positioned further down the road, ready to create chaos when the time came. Mira was among them, her expression focused and determined.
As the sound grew louder, the excitement mingled with anxiety. Finally, the wagon came into view, pulled by two sturdy horses, laden with barrels and crates. Evelyn's breath caught in her throat as she signaled to Rowan, who returned a nod.
"Now!" he hissed.
