Zoe POV

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I've run myself into a perfect trap and I know it.

The wolves ahead of me are already set — still and patient, every angle covered. The ones behind me are just closing in, tightening the ring. No gaps. No mistakes. I stand in the middle of it with Iris at my shoulder and count the exits I don't have, and none of the math improves no matter how many times I run it.

I scan each face in the circle. None of them carry the specific tension of ...