Chapter 179-2
“She’s not going anywhere without me,” Finn said quietly.
Ches
Pulling out a chair, I sat down. “My stomach is not about to let me miss this meal. Thank you. Are
you raising chickens somewhere?”
“I did up until a couple of weeks ago. Someone got in and stole them all. It happens,” he said with a
sigh. “I’ll get more in the spring, but I’m happy to share the last of my frozen stash.”
“Thank you, and thank you for your honesty with Finn.”
“He told me about Lucy. I hope that evil woman pays for what she’s done,” he said darkly.
“She will,” Finn said confidently.
I scarfed down the food, loving every bit of the flavors and heat warming my belly. The doctor
watched me the whole time. “I don’t mean to pry, but I don’t know of any man who would let his
mate roam these woods when she’s pregnant.”
A werewolf’s sense of smell could sometimes be so annoying. “Troy doesn’t have any say in what I
do.”
Hector snorted. “Ah, so I suppose I’ll be seeing him in a little bit while he tracks you. And for that
very reason, you aren’t going to tell me where you’re going.”
“I’m sorry,” I told him. “I don’t mean to put you in a difficult situation.”
“It’s all right. I know life hasn’t been easy for you. I hope you find what you’re looking for, and you get your happily ever after. That you both do. Finn here even has a mate. I’m proud of that.”
My eyes widened. How did he know that? I could see it on Amelia but not on Finn. Instead of protesting, Finn looked down at his plate and studied it. “Finn?”
His cheeks reddened. “I might have spent the night with Amelia before we left,” he said gruffly. “But
nothing has changed.”
“Oh, so you fucked your mate and then marched off to die? That’s classy,” I snarled.
“It’s none of your business, Kiana.”
“The hell it’s not! She’s my friend, Finn, and she’s been twisted up in knots over you for weeks! I
have half a mind to drag your sorry ass right back to her!”
“But you can’t because you know we’re not done. She deserves to be put first, Kiana, and I just can’t
give her that.”
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We glared at each other until the doctor cleared his throat. “It seems I may have put my foot in my
mouth. Let me refresh your packs. Is there anything else I can do to help?”
Hector gave us some food and directions to a path he thought would be relatively safe. I still wasn’t inclined to trust him, but if he wanted to harm us, he could have handed us over while I was
sleeping.
Finn shifted immediately, clearly not wanting to talk to me on the journey. Rolling my eyes, I did the same, and my wolf shook off her stress and unease. She didn’t like that I was getting further and further away from Troy, and no matter how much I tried to explain it to her, she still believed that I
should trust him.
After everything she’d been through, I sometimes wished she was a little less trusting, but when it came to Troy, she believed in him whole-heartedly.
It only took us six hours to reach the first spell trap surrounding the coven, only it had already been triggered. I could see the remnants of the magic, but it wasn’t active. Lifting my head, I sniffed, but I couldn’t detect any wolves nearby. With a chuff at Finn, I shifted and dressed.
Finn’s wolf looked at me.
“I’m literally standing in a magical trap, but it’s been deactivated. I know it’s just the Mother here, but I don’t like that she hasn’t reset it,” I told him. “Be careful and don’t stray from me.”
He pressed up against my side, and we made our way further up the mountain. When I caught sight of another trap, I placed my hand on his fur. He stilled, and I walked over to the trap and knelt by it. Another one deactivated.
“It’s still just the outer perimeter,” I muttered. “Maybe she’s focusing on the inner perimeter.”
We moved slowly, working our way up. More dead traps, and then I saw a sight that chilled my blood. A dead trap and a dead wolf.
We were close to the coven. Why hadn’t she fixed this? Finn walked over and sniffed the wolf before growling. For a moment, I thought it might still be alive, but when I touched its fur, I knew
why Finn was upset.
There was still just the barest hint of warmth in the wolf’s body.
We kept a slow pace until we found a second wolf, and that’s when I dug into my bag for my flare gun, and we started to run. I’d seen this before, when my father had followed me and threw wolves
into the traps to deactivate them.
There wasn’t a speck of magic around the coven den, and the door was wide open.
Either it was abandoned, or the Darkwyn Coven had been attacked.
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