Camp Walden Parent Trap Novels & Stories

They've only surrendered now because they have already planned out their escape. That's how they think. The security at their outdoor summer camp rivaled that of the NSA. There, kids as young as seven are trained in hand-to-hand combat, archery and knife-fighting. I saw a fifteen year old girl kill a man at thirty yards with a bow by moonlight. They burned over a hundred men alive in pre-prepared traps...and in the middle of all that, I've never felt safer in all my life.

The entrance to the True North’s den grounds was concealed by a wall of tangled vines and a rushing stream. Kaden and Naina slipped into the water silently while letting the current guide them toward the heart of the camp. The water was very cold, but it masked their scent just as the plan had predicted. Naina’s pulse thundered when she spotted the crude wooden cages at the far end of the clearing, with two wolves guarding it. Through the bars of one, she saw Aiden, his small, fragile, his mop of hair a mess, his little hands smudged with dirt.

"Large truck or van, recent tire impressions." I join her at the edge of the clearing, and the evidence tells a story I don't want to accept. Deep tire tracks, multiple human scent markers, signs of organized activity rather than random encounter. "This was planned," I say, the words tasting like ash. "They were waiting for her." "Or waiting for any wolf that came through this area," Harper corrects. "The placement suggests this was a trap, not a targeted kidnapping."

The camp was a tableau of quiet preparation—the calm before the storm. For hours, we lived in the details. Trap placements were argued over—Marcus wanted more clustered for maximum damage, Kael insisted on a wider net to ensure the creature couldn’t bolt. Signal codes were established: silver whistles for engagement, blue flares for fallback, a continuous horn blast for disaster. Escape routes were mapped and remapped. I mediated, my mind splitting between tactical logic and the deep, primal fear for my mate and my daughter. By the time we finished, the moon was a cold coin high in the black sky.

Adam spoke nonchalantly and walked away from there. Elena let out a sigh of relief and forced a smile to act normal before Daniel who noticed the cold war between them but as usual didn’t voice out. Soon they began to study the site like the geography, climate and road facing sides etc. After covering all the points, they went to the cabin which was recently constructed. Inside the cabin there was minimum basic things like a wooden table,few chairs, water bottles, pens, papers and laptops. Elena grabbed one chair and opened one of the laptops and began making reports on their survey of the site.

Finally, I found where we camp for the night, the sun already burned out the corpse of the vampire to dust, but their remains were still obvious, as for Al and Amber I saw no signs of them, their bags were gone, I couldn't track them, it's been days since I have gotten human blood and my scents were fading. Stooping down where the campfire was lit, I swirled my finger in the damped ash, gliding it between my finger before I smelled it, "Humans," I hissed, what put out the fire was urine... Human urine, most likely from W.I.K.D, Hearing the clicks behind my head, I snarled, realizing what this was, it was a trap and I walked right into it, "Nice and slow," the person behind me mumbled, a voic

~AMELIA~ Caleb came in while I was burping Lily over my shoulder, and one glance at his face had my chest tightening before he even opened his mouth. “Kaden, we have a scout report from the eastern forest.” Kaden set his cup down and came over at once. “What happened?” “Our guy circled the abandoned mill three times before he got close enough for scent,” Caleb replied. “He found a grey wolf camped near the water line, and he was moving slow enough to draw attention.”

After breakfast, Ivan and Kiki went out for some work and Dean. Dean was nowhere in sight. Maybe this is my chance. I can escape from here. But the question is how? This warehouse is located in the middle of the woods. Maybe I can find some help. I am sure some vehicles must be passing by. But then why will they leave me alone here, without anyone to look after me? Maybe they're trying to take my test. Yes, that must be it.

It was this maniac’s tactic to offer chicken soup to his mates to divert their attention in keeping an eye on her so she could get out, but that was all his plan. When she was out of the building and out of everyone’s eyes, it was his time to do all that he had been thinking of doing to her even from the first moments she had become a detainee in this hell place because all this time, this old pervert demon was fantasizing about her!

CAELUM'S POV In the cabin, we ripped the place apart, searching in sweaty paranoia through every inch of the small space for surveillance equipment. Discovered three cameras concealed in smoke detectors, strategically placed to capture every angle of the main room. The type of device used to eavesdrop from inside the bottom of the lamp by the couch, where they talk in hushed tones. A tracker implanted in the cabin’s wifi router which Amaya had been using on her hacking work to transmit our precise location non-stop.