He feared someone might notice the cracks in his and Zion’s act, or worse, deliberately delay Zion to buy time and force Addison to continue with her plan. There was also the unsettling possibility that the Golden Hue Pack’s territory was already under surveillance, every movement quietly monitored.
Yet they had no choice but to let Zion leave at this hour.
If Zion had departed too early, their enemy would have realized they had uncovered something and would have done everything possible to obstruct him. But now that the convoy had been safely escorted to the settlement, Zion’s return could be easily justified as nothing more than a mate longing to be by Addison’s side. Maxwell staying behind only reinforced the illusion, making it seem as though their attention remained firmly on the supplies and nothing else.
Not on the demonic insects.
Not on the impending infusion of demonic energy that would amplify their strength.
Anyone who truly understood the consequences would have panicked and acted at once, and that was precisely what Maxwell and Zion could not afford to do. So the longer they lingered outside, the calmer they forced themselves to appear, acting ignorant and unhurried, all to avoid alarming whoever might be watching from the shadows.
Zion sprinted at full speed, the world around him dissolving into a blur. All he could hear was the roar of the wind, the frantic rustle of leaves and grass tearing past him, and the thunderous pounding of his own heart as it slammed against his ribs, as if it might burst free at any moment.
Even so, he didn’t let himself relax. As he ran, he stretched his senses to their limit, remaining keenly aware of his surroundings, alert for any presence chasing him from behind. For now, there was no sign of pursuit, or perhaps anyone who tried simply couldn’t keep up with his speed.
Either way, there was only one thing he could do.
Run.
"Why bother playing mind games with our enemies?" Shura growled inside Zion’s head as it paced restlessly, its unease bleeding through their shared mind. "Why not just kill them?"
"What would you know?" Zion snorted inwardly. "All brawn and no brains."
"Bastard!" Shura snarled back, its hackles rising, fury flaring as if it were already ready to leap into a fight. "If I’m that kind of wolf, then so are you!"
"See?" Zion shot back inwardly. "I say one thing, and you’re already gearing up for a fight. Aren’t you just proving my point?"
He rolled his eyes, even as he kept running. He didn’t have the time or the energy to squabble with Shura right now. He knew his wolf was only trying to break the suffocating tension, to stir conversation in its own blunt way.
But Zion also needed Shura to think beyond brute force. After all, Shura was his wolf, an Alpha. If the only solution it could see was violence, then they’d be no different from mindless beasts.

"Bastard! I knew you were messing with me again! How many times has it been tonight?!" Shura grumbled, clearly picking up on the thoughts running through Zion’s mind.
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