Chapter Eighteen. Boxed In.
Ronnie hunched in the corner of the large van she was sitting in. No sooner than they had landed, and got out of the airport the feisty redhead had been manhandled into the back of the van only this time she was not alone. Seven werewolves accompanied her, only they were not guards, but captives the same as she was. However, as much as her heart broke for her fellow victims, she was wary of trusting. After all, some could have been a plant, to find out what they were conversing about.
The sounds of serines echoed around the van, one every few minutes. Ronnie sighed and looked around her once more. Cillian was slumped in the corner opposite her, the healer wolf had his head laid against the metal wall, his eyes closed, but she knew he was awake.
Orla’s voic
