All Chapters of My Ex Framed Me, So I Dated His Rival: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Ivy.The second howl was still hanging in the air when Van reached the hallway.“They did not all leave. Move. Now.”Tyler pulled me out of the bathroom and down the short corridor at a run, where Noah already had the memos folded inside his jacket. Rourke kicked the front door open and swept the tree line with his eyes while Lira covered the rear.Van led us straight to the truck. “Main road is compromised. We take the logging cut west until it hits the county line. After that, we are on open pavement and the dens lose the scent advantage.”Another howl answered from the trees on our side of the river, closer this time.Tyler pushed me into the back seat and climbed in after me, while Noah took the front passenger seat and Rourke and Lira squeezed into the extended cab. Van started the engine and threw the truck into gear without turning on the headlights.We rolled out behind the shed and onto the logging cut in the dark, branches slapping against the windshield as the truck bounced

Ivy.Van caught Noah’s arm and moved, while Rourke supported Lira as they followed him into the darkness. Within seconds, the three of them disappeared among the trees, leaving Tyler and me alone on the ridge with the sealed packet tucked securely inside his jacket. The knowledge that Caroline was waiting below, surrounded by the dens, made every passing second feel heavier.Tyler guided me behind a cluster of boulders that blocked the line of sight from the road. The residual heat of the incomplete rite was already climbing beneath my skin, sharper than it had been since the cabin. Danger always made it worse, intensifying the strange pull between us until resisting it felt almost as difficult as ignoring the threat closing in around us.He braced one hand against the rock beside my head and leaned close enough for his breath to brush my ear. “We stay quiet and we stay alive. Five minutes is long enough for Van to circle.”I turned my face into his neck and breathed him in, clinging

Ivy.The dens came pouring out of the trees in a wave, their snarls filling the darkness as they converged on the spur line.I counted at least twelve before the first silver edge reached us. Tyler met the lead wolf with the same full-body drive he used to clear the crease on a power play, his shoulder and hip transferring every ounce of force. The dens wolf hit the gravel and did not get up, but Tyler was already turning toward the next attacker.Rourke and Lira opened on the left flank while Van took the right, their blades flashing as they fought to keep the wolves from surrounding us. Noah stayed close to me, the confirmation codes still clenched in his fist.A dens wolf broke through the middle and charged straight at me. I stepped inside the silver arc the way Tyler had drilled into me in the empty garage, caught his wrist and drove my stolen blade up under his ribs. He staggered, giving Tyler the opening to finish him without looking away from the next threat.“They are not fig

Ivy.The dens wolf forced its shoulders through the splintered gap, filling the shed with the stench of blood and wet fur as Tyler met it with his silver blade already in motion. He drove the edge into the wolf’s shoulder with the same force he used to drive opponents into the boards when the ref looked the other way, putting his full weight behind the strike.Rourke shifted fully and slammed into the next wolf attempting to widen the gap, while Lira followed with her teeth bared, still bleeding from the cuts she had sustained earlier. Van seized Noah and pulled him toward the far corner, keeping him away from the fighting while Noah clutched the confirmation codes in his fist as though losing them would mean losing our only chance at survival.“Left side!” Tyler called.I spun toward the threat and drove my stolen blade into the dens wolf that had circled behind Rourke, ignoring the burn of silver against my palm as blood made the hilt slick beneath my fingers. The wolf dropped an

Ivy.Tyler kept one arm locked around my waist as we moved downstream through the current, the residual rite heat flaring every time our bodies pressed together against the pull of the river. Van led with Noah close behind him, the confirmation codes protected inside Noah’s jacket as best as the wet conditions allowed. Rourke and Lira followed in half-shift, their movements sure even while blood still seeped through the makeshift bandages we had tied earlier. The dens were already closing on both banks. Silver edges flashed in the thin moonlight as shapes moved through the trees parallel to the water. Tyler matched his stride to mine so the bond between us stayed controlled instead of climbing into something that would cost us speed. “We need deeper cover,” Van called over the sound of the current. “There is a secondary undercut another hundred meters down. It sits below the root line and the dens will have to enter the water fully to reach it.” Noah’s voice stayed tight. “My m