"Move them," Zubair instructed, not looking to see who would respond. "Away from the door."
Fast and clean: Alexei dragged the unconscious one by his collar.
Elias frog-walked his man with an arm bar that convinced him to beco pliable. Zubair hauled the leader without dignity and set him against the wall with a knee on his ribs and a muzzle under his jaw.
Lachlan scooped rifles one-handed and made a neat pile on the counter—bolts locked back, magazines stripped, firing pins yanked and pocketed.
The last conscious kid—the one Sera had folded—glared up at her. The corner of a chocolate wrapper winked from his pocket. He swallowed, rembered his earlier grin, and pasted it back on poorly.
"Who’s outside?" Zubair asked the leader conversationally.
The leader smiled with too many teeth and a red mouth. "Enough."
"Wrong answer," Zubair said, still pleasant. "Try again."
But this ti, there was no answer. Zubair didn’t look upset. He only settled more comfortably, which was, in its way, worse.
"Door," Elias said.
Alexei shoved it shut and slid the bar. The wind muted. The house breathed again—the barely-there hum of electricity; the steady sound of the fire crackling; the old wood popping as it ward.
Lachlan disappeared down the hall and ca back with duct tape, zip ties, and a coil of thin nylon rope from the garage. He quickly tied the wolves up without pause, making sure to go for control rather than their comfort.
Sera bent, lifted the broken shrink-wrap from the chocolate brick by the door, slid the gold bar back into place like she was tucking a sheet. The kid’s eyes tracked it like a dog watching a treat change hands.
"You’re going to regret this," the leader rasped, testing the zip ties and finding them uncooperative. "You don’t know who we are."
"We know exactly who you are," Alexei said cheerfully. "You’re the kind of people who get knocked out by a saucepan."
"Lid," Elias corrected without looking.
"Saucepan, lid, it’s all the sa," Alexei shrugged.
Sera’s eyes crossed the room and caught Zubair’s. He tipped his chin toward the garage. It wasn’t a question so much as a thought spoken without words. Check the Humr.
The creature lifted its head, ears pricking. Marked. The certainty brushed Sera’s tongue like tal.
Lachlan read it in her face. "On it," he said, and vanished through the mudroom.
Elias slid a curtain corner aside with two fingers and looked out into the thicket of night. "No porch prints. If anyone’s out there, they’re smart enough to stay off the boards."
"Or they left you to your heroics," Alexei said to the leader, who gave a small, nasty smile.
"You don’t kill us here," the man said. "We co back. With more."
"And if we kill you here," Zubair said gently, "we waste bullets and learn nothing." He tipped the rifle just enough for the leader to feel the nudge. "So don’t bring more. Bring answers."
"Ask," the leader said, loaded with bravado and spit.
"Fine," Zubair said. He nodded toward the kitchen. "Where’s your vehicle?"
Silence. The leader’s eyes flicked left. Not at the window this ti—at the wall, toward the road. Not fast. Not obvious. But Sera saw it. The creature rumbled: There.
"Two blocks," Elias said, interpreting. "Line-of-sight to the driveway."
"Air tag?" Alexei asked lightly, as if he were discussing brand of flour.
The leader’s smile sharpened.
From the garage ca the hollow thump of a fist tapping tal, a short pause, then Lachlan’s voice, flat and certain: "Found sothing."
He reappeared with a coin-sized disc pinched between thumb and forefinger, adhesive scuffed, cold tal gleaming. He set it on the coffee table like a spider.
"They didn’t need to follow us," he said. "They stuck this under the bumper while we were in the store."
Elias’ jaw worked once, a small, angry motion he didn’t often let people see. "How many more of you?"
"You’ll et them soon," the leader smirked, not at all worried.
"Wrong answer," Zubair replied, pleasant as tea. He shifted his knee on the man’s ribs. The leader hissed between his teeth.
"Let try," Alexei offered, rolling his shoulder like he was about to throw a pitch.
"No," Zubair said. "We don’t bruise our questions."
"You will run out of gentle," Elias said.
"Not yet," Zubair said.
Sera stayed back from the knot of bodies the way a general stays off the first line.
Alpha at the back, her creature purred, pleased with the pattern.
She adjusted Oogie on the chair arm, smoothed the stitched grin with one thumb, and felt the ridiculous calm that ca when sothing that mattered was back where it belonged.
"Plan?" Lachlan asked, eyes never leaving the room even as he spoke sideways to Zubair.
"Strip them of weapons, radios, boots. March them two blocks. They can collect their mistakes and walk away alive," Zubair said. "We keep everything. And if we see them again, they keep nothing."
"rcy," the leader sneered.
"Logistics," Zubair corrected. "Also, we don’t like your blood on our floor."
Alexei clicked his tongue. "Da, too much work to clean up."
They moved fast because there was no reason not to. Radios into a drawer. Wallets and knives onto the counter. They laced the boots of the wolves together and slung them over their shoulders—the old, humiliating trick that turns sprinting into shuffling.
Elias cut the zip ties at wrists and resecured them at elbows; a man can walk like that, but he can’t do much else. Lachlan took point at the door, weapon low and ready. Zubair ghosted behind the leader with civilized nace.
The cold slapped them when the door opened. Snow hissed across the porch boards. Out on the road, the night was a black ribbon with nothing on it but their own breath.
They frog-marched the four conscious raiders down the drive. The fifth, still out cold from Alexei’s lid, got a slap to wake him and a shoulder-shove to stand. He staggered, swore, complied.
No one scread.
No one fired.
The world stayed very small and very quiet.
At the corner, a dark shape hunched under piled snow—an SUV tucked nose-first behind a drift where it could watch the house without being obvious. Elias popped the driver door with two fingers, reached under the wheel, and ca up with a handful of keys and a fuse he pald with the kind of innocence only professionals manage.
"Take them," Zubair told the leader, nodding at the n lined up beside him. "You go that way. You do not co back. You tell anyone else: empty house, not worth the risk." His eyes were very kind. "If you lie, we’ll know."
"You think you won," the leader said again, as if repetition could make it true in the other direction.
"No," Zubair said. "I know we did. Go."
They went, boots tied together, heads down, one of them limping. The SUV stayed where it was, empty and useless, a cold carcass in the snow. The wind ate the n’s breath and then their shadows and then the sound of them. They beca just night.
Back inside, the warmth felt indecent. Alexei barred the door. Elias checked the windows, then the sightlines again out of habit. Lachlan set the tracker on the counter and looked at Sera.
"You okay?" he asked, soft enough it could be ignored.
She nodded once. The creature was still bristling, tail a slow switch under her ribs.
Alexei eyed the ceiling. "Do we spackle the bullet hole or leave it as a conversation starter?"
"Leave it," Sera said, voice even.
She set Oogie Boogie more securely on the chair arm, then picked up the coin on the table and turned it in her fingers. Cold, light, obscene in its simplicity. "They tagged our truck," she said. "So we tag the road."
"What does that even an?" Alexei asked, amused despite everything.
"It ans," Lachlan said, answering for her, "we make them follow the wrong thing. And when they do—" He looked to Zubair. "We choose where it ends."
Zubair nodded once. "Exactly."
Elias glanced at Sera’s hands, at the toy, at the tracker. "Think you can sleep?" he asked, not unkind.
"Sleep is a luxury," she said, and then, quieter: "I’ll try." She slid the tracker back onto the table, eyes still on the tiny circle of tal. "But first we need to figure out exactly where their den is."
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