Chapter 145

The journey back to Ardan’s pack was long but it felt lighter than any journey we had taken. Gloria who was held tightly with silver chains, rode in a separate cart with her mouth gagged to prevent her from casting any spells. Despite her subdued state, I couldn’t shake the sense of unease that prickled at the back of my mind. Her presence felt like a shadow, dark and cold and trailing us no matter how much distance we put between us and Derek’s pack. Ardan rode beside me with a sharp and watchful expression with his eyes flickering constantly toward the cart. “She’s too calm,” he murmured with his voice low enough that only I could hear. “I know,” I replied with my own unease matching his. “But we’ve taken every precaution. She can’t escape.” “I really do hope you’re right, Serena,” he said, though from his tone, it was pretty obvious he wasn’t convinced. Zone rode ahead with a group of warriors, leading the way through the winding trails that marked the border of Ardan’s pack territo