Chapter 13: Trap
**Marcus's POV**
We'd been running for three hours when Sam suddenly skidded to a halt, his hackles rising.
*Something's wrong*, he sent through the pack link. *The scent trail—it's too obvious. Too easy to follow.*
I stopped beside him, my wolf's instincts screaming danger even as my rage demanded we push forward. The trail was clear—three distinct scents heading northeast through increasingly dense forest. But Sam was right. Derek had proven himself cunning enough to arrange for rogue backup. He wouldn't make it this easy unless—
*It's a trap*, I realized, but the thought came a half-second too late.
The forest exploded with movement.
Rogues burst from the trees on all sides—not four this time, but at least twenty. They'd been waiting, hidden by careful scent-mask
