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The Trap
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2026-05-15 05:03:04She went.
Zara told herself it was strategy. That walking into a private meeting with the Alpha of an enemy pack, alone, at midnight, was simply the most efficient way to neutralise the problem. Acknowledge the bond. Agree to ignore it. Return to her duties.
She was a warrior. She didn't run from problems — she walked toward them and ended them.
That was what she told herself.
The Ironfang fortress at night was a different creature entirely. The torches had burned low, casting long amber shadows across the stone corridors. The servants had vanished. The other delegates were in their assigned quarters. Zara moved through the dark with the silent ease of someone who had trained for exactly this — heel to toe, breathing controlled, every sense open.
Kade's message had come via a folded scrap of parchment slipped under her door. No signature. Just a location: the east tower, midnight. Come alone.
She had her blade at her hip. Two more strapped to her thighs beneath her dress. She was not stupid.
The east tower stairs were narrow and stone-cold. She climbed without hesitation, cataloguing every sound — wind through the arrow slits, the distant howl of a wolf on the perimeter, her own heartbeat, steady and controlled.
The room at the top was small. A single window open to the night sky. A table. Two chairs.
No Kade.
Zara stopped in the doorway.
Wrong.
Everything in her warrior's mind fired at once. The parchment had smelled faintly of pine — Ironfang territory. But underneath that, something else. Something sharper. Chemical. Foreign.
She was already spinning when the first wolf came through the window.
He wasn't Ironfang. His scent was wrong — smoke and ash and something rotten underneath. Rogue. Three more came through the door behind her, and Zara registered them all in the half second it took her to draw her blade and put her back to the wall.
Four rogues. Armed. Coordinated. This wasn't opportunistic — this was planned.
Someone set this up. Someone who knew she'd come. Someone who knew about the bond, or at least about the meeting Kade had proposed.
The first wolf lunged. She dropped under his reach, drove her elbow into his ribs, and had her blade against his throat before he could recover. She used him as a shield, kicked the second in the knee, spun away from the third's swipe and felt his claws open a line of fire across her left forearm.
Four to one. She could take them — probably — but the tight space was a problem. She needed room.
She got it when the wall behind the table exploded inward.
Kade came through it like something out of a nightmare.
He was in half-shift — eyes blazing silver-white, the lines of his face sharper, the scar on his throat stark against the flush of his wolf rising. He moved with terrifying speed, took two of the rogues out of the fight before they'd even registered his presence, and put a third through the stone wall with a single controlled strike.
The fourth broke and ran.
Silence.
Zara stood with her blade still raised, breathing hard, blood running freely from the gash on her forearm. Kade stood across the ruined room, chest heaving, his eyes still carrying that silver light as his wolf settled. Three unconscious rogues between them.
He looked at her arm first. Then her face.
"You came," he said.
"Obviously." She lowered her blade but didn't sheathe it. "This wasn't you."
"No." His jaw was tight. "I sent no message."
Someone had. Someone who wanted Zara dead, or Kade implicated in her death, or both. She filed that away — urgent, critical, a problem for the next ten minutes — and focused on the immediate.
"Are there more?"
"Outside. My wolves are handling them." He took a step toward her, eyes dropping to her arm again. "That needs—"
"I'm fine."
"It's deep."
"I said I'm fine." She finally sheathed her blade, keeping her eyes on him. This close, the bond was almost unbearable — a pressure behind her sternum, a pull she had to actively resist. She could feel his wolf the way she could feel a change in the weather. Vast. Ancient. Certain.
Hers, her wolf said miserably. He's ours.
He's the enemy, Zara told her. Shut up.
Kade watched her the way he'd watched the room when he entered — cataloguing, measuring. Seeing too much.
"You should sit," he said.
"You should explain why someone just tried to kill me in your tower."
"I intend to." Something shifted in his expression — not softness, exactly, but a fracture in the cold. "But you're bleeding on my floor, and if you pass out I'll have to carry you, and I suspect you'd rather die."
Zara looked down. The blood had reached her wrist. She looked back up.
"You have sixty seconds," she said. "Start talking."
And despite everything — the rogues, the trap, the bond screaming between them like something alive — she sat down.
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