#Chapter 260: The Bait

Agnes The drive to the old mining site took forty minutes through winding forest roads that barely deserved to be called roads at all. Richard drove the lead vehicle with Elijah and me, while Thea sat quietly in the backseat. Behind us, three more vehicles carried Richard’s warriors—twenty men in total, all armed and ready for whatever we might find. The closer we got to our destination, the tighter my stomach wound itself into knots. This was really happening. In less than an hour, I’d be walking up to my stepmother’s front door with my eight-year-old daughter, hoping that my measly abilities and sheer determination would be enough to end this nightmare. Each moment, I chided myself for making this decision. I considered telling Richard to turn around more than once. But every time I opened my mouth to do it, I felt an undeniable tug in my chest. My wolf. She kept a firm belief in the fact that this was the only way. It felt insane, doing something like t