Chapter 56: The mutated wolves
The journey to the old mines took us along a winding path that branched off from the main road.
This path was a well-trodden shortcut favored by merchants and travelers for its efficiency.
The shortcut cut through the hills which saved hours off the usual route, but recent wolf attacks had made it too dangerous for people to travel pass without an escort.
Garron led the way, his greatsword resting easily over one shoulder as he explained the situation.
"This shortcut is vital," he said, his voice steady. "Without it, merchants have to take the long way around the mountains, adding days to their trips. More time on the road means more risk—bandits, monsters and spoiled goods. If wolves claim this area, trade suffers, and so do the towns that depend on it."
Jessa nodded, her sharp eyes scanning the tree line. "Wolves are territorial. If we don’t drive them out now, the pack will grow bolder. Next thing you know, they’re attacking caravans instead of just harassing stragglers."
Zeek adjusted his glasses, his tone thoughtful. "And if travelers avoid the route entirely, the mines will be abandoned for good. No patrols, no maintenance—perfect for stronger monsters to move in. We’re stopping the problem before it gets worse."
I listened carefully, understanding the stakes.
As we approached the mines, the trees thinned, revealing the gaping entrance of an old tunnel.
The wooden support beams were weathered but still sturdy.
Garron stopped just outside, turning to address the party.
"Alright, listen up," he said. "We’re going deeper in. The wolves have made their den somewhere inside, and we need to clear them out—completely. If we leave even a few, they’ll just regroup."