Camp Walden Parent Trap Novels & Stories

"And if you fire now, you kill four men, and then the alarm sounds, and a hundred more come down on us. And we never find your father. And the Invitation happens. And Orion is an orphan." I squeeze my eyes shut and force the wolf down. I force the mother down. I summon the cold, calculating strategist. "You’re right," I breathe. We skirt the station, giving the floodlights a wide berth. Once we’re on the other side, the woods grow thicker. We walk another mile and the terrain starts to climb. "The cabin is in that hollow," I point to a cluster of hemlocks ahead. "Traps?" Kaleb asks. "None that we put there, but if they’re using it..."

Then everything inside me went cold. The campsite looked temporary but expertly constructed, the kind used by operatives who planned to disappear before anyone knew they had been there. A tarp held rows of equipment. Cameras. Radio receivers. A portable transmitter aimed unmistakably toward the packhouse. Professional grade. Clean lines. No fingerprints. The same make and model as the camera I had torn from the Alpha’s bedroom ceiling. Not amateur work. Not a wandering threat. Someone was watching us with intent. Scottie crouched beside a pile of trash near the trees. Chemical vials glinted in the fading light, empty syringes scattered on the ground like shed skins. The sour metallic scent r

Was this some secret event? Nobody was online at the moment to help him out of it, and Zen wondered if he should log out for tonight and sleep. However, the trap started moving before he could make a decision, and Zen screeched, holding onto the rope net as dead leaves fell through the smaller holes in the trap. Within seconds, Zen was suspended over a deep pit on the forest floor in a net trap. “Nice! I wonder what sort of mushroom variant it would be this time,” a cheerful voice reported, and Zen froze as the owner of the voice walked towards him.

“You look a little pale.” “I’m fine. I just… heard a skunk or something,” Delilah replied, taking deep breaths. She looked around for her canteen and found it next to the log she’d been sitting on earlier. Her dad tried to rough it as much as possible. No folding chairs for them. Her dad immediately began to laugh. “Oh, my gosh! Do you remember that time your mom got sprayed by that skunk?” he asked as Delilah took a sip of water. “That was the funniest thing that has ever happened to us while camping.”

As I mentioned before, those bastards aren’t getting into my territory without me knowing. A warrior asked why we didn’t set a few traps for them. I contemplated it, but not everyone would know where they were. We were trying to keep this hush-hush for as long as possible without everyone panicking. Fear had a way of making people panic, and when panicked, people normally did stupid things, like letting down their guard. Another issue was that the pups always run amok in the yard unsupervised. I couldn’t have one of them strung up in one of those traps. We didn’t know whether the kidnappers were humans or other wolves. Until we knew for certain, that idea would remain a possibility.

The father hesitates so Jim steps in and says, “He’s a senior detective.” “Detective Rochester,” Ryder smoothly lies, holding up a fake police badge. “Tell me what happened.” “Well…as I was telling the detective here,” the father begins. “The kids and I were about to go fishing in the river when my son saw this mattress stuck in a shallow trench of water. The river seems to have washed it this way but it was swept into the narrow part and was trapped there for days. We arrived last night and strangely there was a stench. We reckoned it was an animal carcass in the forest but never did we think it was coming from this! As soon as we found it, we called the emergency services!”

They placed booby traps and trap wires outside the camp that triggered when there were intruders. “Hamid, the Egyptian, and Fischer, Anna’s husband got the south and east covered. You and I will be on the north and west. The camp is not that big, but we can’t allow anyone to slip inside.” “Copy that.” He looked over at me one more time before he stepped up the ladder. I couldn’t read his expression if he was annoyed or impressed. This dude certainly did know how to mask his emotions. I followed Colt to the watchtower—both were made of wood logs from pillar, wall, and flooring. Hamid already checked in on Colt’s walkie-talkie about the status.

Aiden Sydney had been missing for hours. I went to her old apartment, checked at Mike's place and both flats were unoccupied. Though her car was parked near the building. Did she run away with him? NO! My heart refused to believe that. My phone ran again and this time it was Michael – "We caught him, Mr Reiner," he said, "the suspect on that tape we caught." "Mike?" I inquired. "You won't believe what he was trying to do. He was attempting to blow up our weapons storage facility! We discovered him trying to enter with forged credentials. He is adamant on speaking with you. What are your recommendations? Should we contact the authorities?"

she whispered in the tiger’s ear when they reach the old campsite. They had come to the outed campfire. The tents and horses and supplies were gone of course. Hayden and Titan had retrieved them. However, the fire marked the spot. The blackened logs and twigs were still there piled on top each other and surrounded by a short wall of rocks so that the fire did not spread. Sometimes they would even dig a tiny mote, just a few inches wide and a few inches deep in a circle around the fire. They would fill the mote with water. This was an extra precaution to stop the fire spreading. Cory noticed a mote around this one that had been filled in. Someone had been trying to get rid of signs that they

The safehouse was too quiet. Not the comforting kind of quiet—this was the sort that felt like the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to snap. Holden stood by the window, back rigid, gaze fixed on the treeline outside. He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t even pretended to. His entire body was one long, coiled wire. Tonight would decide everything. He’d set the trap hours ago. Motion-sensor cameras hidden along the ridge. Heat detectors buried near the old well. A silent alarm beneath the loose plank of the porch. And the biggest bait of all—