***Wolf’s POV***
I made my way to Amondiy, but took the long way, along well known roads. I changed into a more revealing dress and concealed my curved daggers, packing away everything else in my bag, and drug behind me an empty, but ornate chest. I looked utterly helpless and was obviously hunting. I didn't know how else to quench my anger except to kill something evil.
It wasn't long before someone took the bait, and I sat down on the chest, fanning myself and acting exhausted. Five men surrounded me, all with the same matching brand of three triangles on their forearm. They were members of a well known gang; I had crossed other members before. I was delighted to know this particular gang specialized in the kidnapping and sale of women and children. It made it much easier to be as ruth
