Tempted By my Evil Lycan Stepbrother novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Just Me And Him

Riley’s POV

By the time I found Silas and Odin again, the sun had already started dropping.

Odin was sitting against a rock with his sister nowhere in sight. Looks like the traitor was finally taken care of. And Silas stood nearby, arms folded, watching me come back through the trees.

Silas studied my face. “Time for a quick meeting? We are done to 3 members so it’s probably time to decide what we should do now-”

I cut him off. “What’s there to discuss? We now go win this damn game, of course.”

There was a moment of stunned silence. And then Silas burst out laughing, “That was exactly what I wanted to hear!”

Odin looked at me and there was shock-maybe also hope-in his eyes. “You actually think we can still win? With just the three of us…”

“I don’t know about you, but I won’t go down even if it’s just me left standing,” I said, staring directly into his eyes. “If you have lost faith in this team or held grudge against me because of Olivia, fine, you can walk away now. But I believe I still have the champion’s prize to collect.”

Silas laughed even louder. Something flashed in Odin’s eyes.

“I’m with you. You are my only chance now,” he said eventually.

I nodded. Losing Olivia should have made me feel weaker, but honestly speaking, I felt lighter.

Our team was smaller now. Fine. That just meant less dead weight. Less noise. Less doubt.

So what every team out there wanted to hunt me? Good. Because I was done running.

I crouched beside the little dirt map Silas had scratched near the rock and tapped the areas where the coalition had been moving.

“Kade’s alliance is still bigger than us,” I said. “But they’re cracked now, Camila’s injured. Danica’s humiliated. Roy can’t be trusted by either side anymore. So they are done. We should focus on wiping out other rival teams. As quickly as possible.”

Odin frowned. “So what’s the plan?”

I smiled and shared them my plan in a whisper.

The first move came that night.

Enemy teams had been using a shared trail network for days. Small carved marks on tree bark. Colored thread tied to branches. Tiny signs most people would miss if they weren’t looking for them.

But once you knew what they meant, the whole forest opened up: Red thread for prey movement; Blue for water; Double diagonal cuts for safe passage; A curled notch for temporary camp.

They thought it was clever.

Actually, it was. Until I got my hands on it.

Silas and I moved through the woods in silence, following the rival team’s old paths by moonlight. Odin stayed

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Siles leaned against a tree and gave me a sideways look. “You ever worry you’re too good atás

“Too good at what?”

He gave me a lady smile, “Eliminating your enemies. It’s unladylike. You are the King’s stepdage at you e bound to marry someone noble. But aren’t you worry what those noble men might think of you?”

I rolled my eyes, “Do I look like I give a shit about what idiots think?”

That made him laugh under his breath.

We carried out our plan during the night. The next day, we saw the first results.

Apair of rival teams crossed the lower trail near our hiding point, arguing so loudly I could hear every word-

“This mark was changed!”

“No, your scout read it wrong!”

*You led us to a fucking, sulfur pit!”

One of them shoved the other. The second shoved back harder. And they broke into a fight.

We saw everything from nearby and we high-five with each other grinning

And that was move one. Move two came the night after.

Coalition teams had been setting up little temporary camps wherever they could-lean-tos, bedroll hollows, rock shelters. Places to rest for a few hours before pushing on.

I visited three of them in one night.

At the first, I smeared stink resin along the back supports and rubbed predator musk across the outer packs and sleeping furs. Not enough to truly attract anything lethal. I wasn’t trying to get them killed.

Just enough troubles to keep them awake all night by scavengers pawing at camp edges, sniffing around, yelping and scratching and making everybody jump awake with weapons in hand.

At the second camp, I did the same, but this time higher on the branches overhead.

At the Durd, Thild the musk beneath the central bedroll instead.

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When we circled back through the area near dawn, we saw one camp had half its people still standing guard, e bloodshot and furious.

And another had scattered packs because scavengers had chewed through the leather straps.

A third was fighting over whose job it had been to secure the site.

No one dead. But they were all very paranoid and off-balance with no mind to focus on the game. Exactly how wanted them.

By the second night, I moved to the food.

Coalition teams had been hanging strips of drying meat high between trees, thinking height alone made it safel But that was very stupid thought.

I didn’t steal a single bite. That would’ve been too obvious. Instead, I cut only one support line on each drying rack. Enough that the next hard wind, the next curious scavenger, or the next careless tug would send the whole thing collapsing into the dirt.

Then I left.

When it happened, it happened beautifully.

One team blamed another for raiding them.

Another accused their own sentry of falling asleep.

Someone actually punched a teammate over spoiled meat.

Silas heard that one and grinned. “You are evil.”

I glanced at him. “You say that like it’s a complaint.”

“It’s admiration.”

And the final strike came that evening.

I’d been tracking their shared resupply pattern for almost a full day before I found the center of it: a half- collapsed watchtower near the northern edge of the game field, tucked between two broken ridges.

It was a smart spot, honestly-high enough to defend, hidden enough not to draw casual attention, large enough to stash extra arrows, dried food, medicine, rope, and tools for multiple teams.

If I destroyed it directly, they’d know it was me and we became a direct target.

So I didn’t.

Instead, I found a territorial tusk-bear in the lower brushlands and baited it.

It took me an hour to make the paste-salt, old boar fat, and crushed root mash from our supplies. Gross, sticky, irresistible to something big and stupid.

I smeared it low along one side of the tower supports where the old wood was already half-rotten and split.

Then we backed off and waited.

The tusk-bear found the scent just after sunset. Massive thing. Scarred shoulders. Mud-crusted tusks. And mean- tempered even by bear standards.

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It came barreling through the brush, snorting and huffing, rubbing its shoulder and flank against the support beams to get at the paste.

Once.

Twice.

The wood creaked.

Silas muttered, “Come on…

The third slam did it.

The whole lower floor gave way with a cracking roar.

Wood split. Rope snapped. Supplies dropped through the broken platform in a shower of sacks, arrows, dried neat, and shattered medicine jars.

By the time coalition teams came sprinting back, their precious stash was buried and soaked in mud.

One girl actually dropped

Silas looked at me sid

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now, two days ago I thought we were in trouble.”

d, their camps ruined, their food spoiled, and their trust shattered, the rest

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backs after following one of the false safe trails. Another lost nearly a full day circling re fought each other over missing meat and got both parties eliminated.

ally recovered.

econd day, the score pillar looked almost unreal.

near the top all week were gone.

core update, only two names mattered-

ront of the glowing pillar with Silas and Odin beside me, all of us dirt-streaked, sleep-deprived, and hard. But very excited.

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