Chapter 64
Betrayed by Blood~
They had been walking for almost ten minutes and still hadn’t reached the safe place the warrior had spoken about. "This doesn’t feel right," Avery said, slowing her steps. She looked around. They were away from the pack house now, heading towards the south border, which was surprisingly calm for how chaotic the pack was.
The warrior’s grip tightened. "It’s just ahead," he insisted, his tone sharp enough to make her skin crawl.
Avery looked around, her anxiety suddenly shooting up. She swallowed hard and took a step back, wrenching her hand free. "Where exactly are we going? How far is it? Maybe we should head back. It already looks calm, and I’m sure—" the words died down her throat as she saw his expression change. The false friendliness dropped, replaced with an irritated scowl. His jaw tightened, as though he couldn’t stand the sound of her voice.
"Keep walking," he snapped irritably, his patience thinning.
Avery’s pulse quickened, a cold sweat breaking out on her skin. Her instincts were screaming at her to run. "I’m not going anywhere else with you," she said. "Take me back to the packhouse."
The man sighed with exasperation, his facade of patience slipping away. "You really shouldn’t have made this so difficult," he muttered under his breath.
Before Avery could respond, a hand clamped over her mouth from behind. She thrashed wildly, panic overtaking her as she realized she’d been led into a trap.
"Quiet," a gruff voice hissed in her ear. "Don’t make this harder than it needs to be."
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Avery blinked slowly, her vision blurry, her head throbbing painfully, and her body feeling like it had been dragged through rails. She winced and then blinked again, trying to focus on her surroundings. The room was dimly lit, the walls unfinished and crumbling. Dust and the stench of decay filled her nose.