Mila steps up beside me like she’s been there the whole time.
Maybe she has.
“They won’t repeat the same move,” she says quietly. “They’ll change the angle.”
I look at her.
“Where?”
She doesn’t answer right away.
She listens.
Feels it.
Then—
Her head turns slightly.
“East side,” she says.
Ronan’s voice comes a second later.
“…She’s right.”
A beat.
Then—
Gunfire explodes from the trees to our right.
“CONTACT—EAST!” Jonah shouts.
Too close.
They adjusted faster than I thought.
“MOVE!” I bark.
We scatter just enough—controlled, not breaking formation.
Rounds tear through the trees, bark splintering, dirt kicking up around us.
“They’re pushing hard!” Lance calls.
“They want us moving again!” Cal adds.
“Then we don’t give them control,” Mila snaps.
She’s already moving.
Into it.
Of course she is.
I move with her instantly.
No hesitation.
