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I drop Beau and quickly cut the bastard loose from me which warrants another howl of scream back into the woods. I quicky grab Beau again and rush through the barrier, we manage to trip and tumble down the slope and guess what, we trigger one of the traps and fall into a ditch “fk!” “calm down” “how the fk can we calm down Red? We’re basically trapped, sitting prey, I can’t shift to get us out, your arm is in no way, shape or form capable of climbing out of here, we’re sitting ducks!”

"No, you can't—can't trap me again. I won't—won't be imprisoned. I won't—" "You don't have choice," I said. All of us speaking. Four voices. One intention. "You tried to consume. Tried to possess. Tried to—to take what wasn't yours. And now—now you're stuck. Trapped inside consciousness that's—that's shared. That's family. That's—that's stronger together than separate." "This isn't fair," the entity said. Voice getting smaller. Weaker. "I just wanted—wanted to survive. Wanted to—to exist. Wanted—"

They disappeared around the first turn and for those few seconds I could only hear engines echoing off concrete and metal, the sound building and layering until it was almost unbearable. My nausea was getting worse and I couldn't tell if it was pregnancy or fear. Then they came back into view and my heart stopped. All six riders had Tristan surrounded. Vic and Cole in front, riding side by side to block any way past. Marc and Jensen on either side, so close their handlebars almost touched Tristan's. Two more behind, blocking any escape. It was a moving cage. "Jesus Christ," Orion breathed. "They're trying to trap him," Derek said. "Force him to ride at their pace, wear him down mentally."

Fear what rules them. Her eyes widened. “Malik—he said something’s controlling them!” Malik cursed under his breath. “Of course there is. They’re hunters, not strategists.” “Then who—” The tunnel ahead collapsed. Stone imploded inward, dust blasting in all directions. Malik skidded to a stop so fast Sarai’s breath ripped from her chest. They were trapped. Behind them—the Starved Ones dragged closer, crawling, twitching, their limbs bending wrong, heads snapping like broken dolls.

Defeated. Cristian crouched, tilting my chin up. “Because breaking you is too much fun. And we're just getting started.” I cried harder, the weight of it all crashing down. Why was this happening? Why couldn't I escape? The fork lay discarded in the corner, mocking me. I'm trapped again. Where the fuck are you, Andrade!?

I turned slowly, but there was nothing to see—only darkness. Still, I knew I wasn’t alone. They were here. Whatever they were. And they were looking right at me. My chest tightened. My hands trembled. The truth slammed into me with brutal force— I wasn’t going back. Not yet. Maybe not ever. I was trapped

“Then you have nothing to worry about, we still have some time. Let’s find somewhere safe for you, then, we’ll go back for your siblings first thing in the morning.” I wanted to protest against it but she gave me a pleading look. “Okay, then,” I said, slumping into the soft car seat. It felt so good to be outside those four walls. For the longest time, I had felt trapped. Shit, I was trapped by Ruiz. I knew he was going to be really upset whenever he found out that I had gone. Initially, I felt Bonnie’s plan to start a fire in front of the house as a distraction wouldn’t work. But luckily enough, it worked and I was finally free.

Traps are not always built with walls. Sometimes— --- They are built with certainty. --- With the belief that there is no way out. --- With the illusion… --- That every move has already been predicted. --- The circle tightened. --- Not rushed. --- Not chaotic. --- Precise. --- Every version of the system stepping forward in perfect synchronization— --- Closing space. --- Closing options. --- Closing escape. --- Adrian shifted beside Elena. --- His voice low. --- “They’re herding us.”

I held it up for them to see. "The cut phone lines weren't an accident," I whispered in horror. "The storm didn't trap us here by chance. We are part of a game."

Renata was still frozen, her eyes locked on the contents of the suitcase lying open on the bed. The stacks of cash felt like something out of a movie, not something real she could actually touch with her own hands. She reached out a finger, hesitant, brushing one of the bundles as if she were afraid it might vanish the moment she touched it, or worse, turn into something far more terrifying.