I saw Tony take the turn onto the highway, heading back toward civilization after crossing an utterly inhospitable stretch of land, where the van’s constant rattling had made me feel even more nauseous than the aconite.
When the tires finally hit pavement again and I saw the neon sign of a roadside diner, I felt a strange sadness for what was about to happen.
Maybe, under different circumstances, or given more time, these men could’ve even been my friends.
But that wasn’t the case.
They were taking me to the people who were going to kill me.
For all I knew, my parents’ blood might be on their hands.
“What the hell was that?!” Tony shouted as we approached the diner, barely two hundred meters from the entrance. “Your wolf! But how—”
I assumed Tony had sensed Skadi’s return—but it was
