Lyla
Below us, warriors were rushing toward the northern edge while others formed defensive lines. What I saw next made my blood freeze—warriors who looked exactly like our White Mountain fighters charging into the camp, led by someone who appeared to be Ramsey.
"The foxes," I whispered. "They're drawing them in by pretending to be us."
"A trap within a trap," Kieran confirmed. "Your mate thinks he's attacking Nathan, but he's actually facing illusions while the real threat surrounds him."
My mind whirled with dangerous possibilities. If Ramsey was going to fall into a trap, our original plan was useless. We needed to adapt immediately.
"Change of plans," I announced, turning to my elite warriors "Gather the Ferals. We're going in now."
"But the signal—" Garin and Killian began simultaneously.
"There won't be a signal," I cut him off. "Ramsey's walking into a trap. We need to create a diversion."
I turned back to Kieran. "How do we counter fox magic?"
