He kept it vague on purpose, skirting the edges of what he could say without triggering the curse again. Rather than revealing plans or details, he offered only what his instincts allowed, a warning, nothing more. Chase leaned back slightly, still fighting for air, while his wolf worked desperately within him, trying to mend the damage he suffered; neither of them could fully see.
Levi furrowed his brow. He knew Chase couldn't say more, but that didn't stop his mind from racing. The only thing Chase had given them, intentionally or not, was a hint. The locust swarm.
Which meant whatever was coming was tied to it.
A cold thought crept in. What if their enemy had already anticipated every move? What if their preparations, their plans, even their sense of urgency had all been accounted for? What if, without realizing it, they had been playing along with the enemy's design from the very beginning?
The realization sat heavily in Levi's chest.
