Chapter 226

Jacob's Perspective Lily and the crew would take two days to get here. Forty-eight hours. Sitting on our hands in this godforsaken place was a terrible plan. We needed a base—somewhere to lay low while keeping an eye on that damned "slaughterhouse." Easier said than damn well done. The area was desolate. Nothing but that lone strip of asphalt leading to the factory, vast stretches of barren fields, and a handful of farms that looked half-abandoned. The farmhouses were dilapidated, leaning at odd angles like rotting teeth in an old man's mouth. Out here, any new face would stick out like a beacon. Even our dusty, nondescript Chevy felt way too conspicuous. What really set my nerves on edge was not knowing if these local farmers were in cahoots with the hunters inside. I couldn't take that risk, not with Celena with me. If this was a trap, walking right into a wolf's den would be a hell of a note. "What now?" Celena whispered, her