Camp Walden Parent Trap Novels & Stories

*Meadow* I always found shelter in Caleb's arms, and as I entered the command center, he pulled me to him, right where I wanted to be. Cara took me there after he mentally reached out and called for us. "We've made a good borderline protection with the drows. Isilwen has personally made sure the barriers are uncomfortable enough for them to slow down and throw up before they know what is happening, which will send an immediate alert to us and will give us time to prepare. I am pulling resources and making use of advanced security technology to set up some traps with wolfs bane, it is what set them back last time," Caleb said proudly, he was running his hands soothingly up and down my back as

"Scott sent him there for two summers." "It wasn't a sports camp," I said, hands clenching into fists on the steel surface. "It was a breeding compound." I opened a suppressed police statement from a retired northern sheriff. It detailed a raid conducted nine years ago on the second estate, five unregistered Omegas recovered from the basement floor, all wearing heavy iron suppressors and legal tracking collars. The report had been filed at midnight. By four in the morning, the sheriff was forced into early retirement, evidence lockers were cleared, and a judge sealed the record forever.

Had I known what he had given up to be there the first time, then I would have offered for him and Kaitlyn to keep the vacation house. “It was your camp, so you should know the layout pretty well, right? If that is the case, then you know of any secret entrances or something along those lines, right?” I was hopeful that he knew, and hopefully he could give us some kind of insight as to how we should traverse the camp. I really think that we should be careful when we enter that camp. Who knows what kind of traps were set in place whilst they were gone? “Do you think that he might have trapped up the entrances or something?” I asked as Cole turned his attention back to me.

“No heat on the hood line. If it is bait, it is passive. If it is seat, they are not sitting in it.” “We still do not use it,” Caius said. “No. We go around it. Service road toward the warehouse grid. Inland. Away from this bend.” I nodded. “Move.” Valen pushed the door. Cold air came in. The back lot was empty except for the van and a line of broken fencing. We crossed in a tight group, giving the van a wide curve. No one stepped out of it. No lights came on. That did not make it safe. It only meant the trap, if there was one, was elsewhere.

“One thing, though. Before you ladies go to bed, can one of you show me how to use this? Just in case?” Mist snickered, and Rain hid a smile. “I’ll show you,” she said. Mist and Walt pulled foil blankets from their bags and zipped the packs up so they could grab them in a hurry if they needed to. Mist set the screen she’d been staring at all night next to where Adam had taken up residence under the tree so that he could use it to keep an eye on the red blips that represented the Motherhood. Taking their guns with them, Mist and Walt headed inside of the tent.

“Maybe keep some details to yourself?” “No way,” Tristan said, grinning. “That’s not even the best part. Samuel and I pulled off our Parent Trap: Werewolf Edition plan perfectly. I got grandma to pack enough lunch for four, telling her dad had a lady friend with a son we were going to entertain. Then planted the idea of helping them at the farm in Dad’s head. We arrived just as Holly and Samuel were supposed to herd cattle between pastures. Samuel played up his momentary injury from the ranch to get out of going. So Dad and Holly left the barn on separate horses and returned on the same one!”

I thanked them over and over. The officers warned me: “From now on, always rent through official platforms. Verify the landlord’s identity before signing. Don’t let low prices make you careless. If anything feels off, call the police immediately—don’t handle it alone.” I nodded seriously, memorizing every word. During my stay, my gym manager and coworkers came to visit. That’s when I found out that one of my coworkers had nearly been tricked by an identical scam. Thanks to the police raid that took down this cell and others, he’d escaped unharmed.

The second he saw it, he freaked, smacking his leg like that'd help. "Why's FPD charging in like that? There's a trap in that left-side building—we set it earlier!" Faces went ghost-white. Everyone bolted for the doors. I blocked the exit, eyes locked on the monitor. Jenna was tearing through the base like she owned it—dodging every trap we set, skimming past every ambush spot like she had the playbook. Nobody said a word. I flipped to the drone feed. The parents of the kidnapped children were already halfway up the hill.

“In this place, that’s bad news.” Milo glanced over his shoulder. “Everything in this place is bad news.” We made camp on a half-sunken platform that looked like it used to be part of a watch post. The wood groaned under our weight. Roman set perimeter traps. Kellen vanished into the fog to scout, which didn’t help my nerves one bit. Kaela slept fitfully, clutching the pendant shard like it was an anchor. Lira refused to leave her side. Milo and I sat near the edge, watching the water.

Nature itself seemed to hold its breath, as if expecting the world to unfurl its frozen wings in a dance of vitality once more. "I can't give up, not now," I muttered, as I extracted the final drop of water from its reservoir, cupping it with my finger. Abandoning my vigil would mean hunger for my two younger siblings, a fate I couldn't bear. I'd even promised Cali, the youngest, a feast tonight. But my trap remained empty, despite the encroaching dinner hour. None had succumbed to my meticulously set trap—designed for restraint, not death. In usual circumstances, no creature escaped my snare—jaw-curved, leg-hold traps that usually ensnared coyotes, wolves, lynxes, and even the rare jaguar.