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Chapter 85 - Marked by the Wolf

HQ – Back Surveillance Hallway | 9:36 AM

Zid stepped away from the war room as the hum of voices dimmed behind him. He slipped into a narrow corridor lit only by the soft, flickering glow of a faulty overhead bulb. The signal on his secure line pulsed once… twice…

Then the name appeared: Zay.

Zid's jaw clenched instinctively. He swiped to answer and leaned against the wall, eyes narrowing.

ZAY (calm but sharp): "Zid. You've been quiet."

ZID (firmly): "Busy. We're running through military logs. Something big is—"

ZAY (cutting him off): "I didn't call for updates. Boss asked about Kiaan."

Zid's spine straightened. The hallway suddenly felt colder.

ZAY: "He wants to know what your real job is, Zid. Are you doing what was told to you… or are you getting a little too comfortable playing team with him?"

There was silence.

ZID (low): "I'm watching him. Every step."

ZAY (quietly laughing): "Watching? That's not enough, Zid. Boss says don't touch unless ordered. Don't test the leash. You know him, right? Reyaan Malhotra doesn't forgive. He doesn't warn twice. If you so much as breathe wrong near what he's marked—"

Zid's hand gripped the railing beside him.

ZID (voice darkening): "I know the boss. I haven't forgotten the Cairo incident."

ZAY (tone icy now): "Good. Then remember this—Kiaan is his hunt, not yours. Whatever he's chasing, whatever secrets he's about to uncover, it's the boss who decides what stays buried. Not you. Not him."

Zid's eyes flicked toward the blurred glass of the war room door, where Kiaan's silhouette passed by briefly, animated in discussion with Dev and Tara.

ZID (softly): "He's different, Zay. Smarter than anyone expected. He doesn't just chase clues—he makes the walls speak."

ZAY (cold grin in his voice): "That's why he's marked. Reyaan doesn't hunt deer, Zid. He hunts wolves."

Click.

The line went dead.

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Zid stood still for a moment. The weight of Reyaan Malhotra's shadow returned to his chest like a long-forgotten ghost. He wasn't just watching Kiaan. He was dancing on a battlefield drawn by two monsters—one in the light, one buried deep in the dark.

And only one would walk out alive.

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