The trap was set with the precision of a hunter’s snare, every detail woven to catch Sabrina in her own web. Torren and Marcus had approved the plan. The royal vault— a fortified chamber deep in the royal pack house, warded by white magic and accessible only to blood-bound royals—would be the bait. The group worked swiftly under the cover of dusk, the pack house halls buzzing with preparations for the impending assault. Selene and Elara wove illusions in the royal vault—a false “lax” guard shift, a whispered rumor spread through omegas that Jackson had “forgotten” to reinforce the wards after his coma. Glarinda crafted a scrying crystal disguised as a decorative orb on a pedestal near the blade, linked to a viewing mirror in the war room. Lucas coordinated patrols to “miss” Sabrina’s path
