Page 115 of Forged in Fire

He pauses, eyes meeting mine across the terrace.

“I know those mountains. I know their patrol routes, their safe houses, their contingency plans.” His voice grows stronger with each word. “Let me help.”

Viktor studies the three of us—the mated pair still testing a new bond, the recovering prisoner whose intelligence could save lives. I can practically see the calculations running through his head.

Then he nods.

“Fine. You’re on the team. Emergency deployment in one hour. Full combat loadout.” His voice is steady. “We bring our people home.”

The peaceful terrace explodes into motion as people scatter to gather gear, contact support teams, prepare for another tripinto hell. But this time, we’re not going to stop ancient rituals or prevent magical disasters.

We’re going to save the people we love.

And God help anyone who tries to stop us.