Ravena's POV
Evander's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Time for what, Orren? Speak clearly."
Orren stepped forward, his boots scraping on the ground. He reached into his vest and pulled out a rolled piece of parchment, holding it out with both hands like it might explode. "The rogue army is on the move. They are mobilizing faster than our scouts predicted. The border soldiers drew this before they were forced to retreat. Two of them did not make it back."
“What?” Evander grabbed the parchment and spread it flat on the table, his eyes quickly scanning every mark, line, and symbol.
I moved closer, holding my breath as I looked over his shoulder.
It was a tactical map. Hastily drawn but detailed enough to tell the story. Enemy positions were marked in red, movement patterns indicated by arr
