Zane pov.
“Clear out the area. Make sure no one leaves alive.”
My voice came out flat, controlled. The others scattered immediately, already knowing what that meant. I clenched the token in my hand, the same one that had arrived with that anonymous letter and headed straight for the abandoned scrapyard on the outskirts.
Whoever sent the message would think the P already got it. That’s what I wanted.
When I got there, the air reeked of rust and old metal. We hurriedly laid out silver thread traps, thin enough to disappear in the dust. From a distance, it looked like nothing more than cobwebs clinging to junk. Perfect.
“Double check the corners,” I said quietly.
Tyson gave a nod, motioning to two of the men to spread out. We didn’t talk after that. The silence before a hunt is always t
