#CHAPTER 70 Trap

This was a trap. It was meant to be the end of him. Evan had walked into too many battles to miss the signs, the scent in the air, the killing intent buried in crafty tricks. He stood before the Wellington Federal Bank alone, in the shadow of the massive building where he had already caught more than two dozen unique scents. There would have been more had Evan's pack not circled the entire area -- though from a distance of about half a kilometer out. Evan had forbidden anyone from coming any closer. He wouldn't risk Claudia. But to forestall a backstabbing, he had ordered all werewolves already outside the base to gather at a safe radius, surrounding the patch of land to hem in the enemy should they try to escape. Or, more importantly, to fight whoever else tried to come in and reinforce the enemy's numbers so as to overwhelm Evan even more. Two dozen enemies and some change. That was a lot. They weren't all werewolves either, probably a lion shifter in the mix and a tiger too, if