Chapter 50

After hopping in the passenger seat, Bayard said, “Take this,” and handed me a blindfold, similar to a superhero mask that partially covered the top of the nose and to top reached my hairline. He tied it tight and I felt the sting of pulled hair. I growling at him and I smelt a twinge of fear before it quickly dissipated. “You can’t see where we’re going if that wasn’t obvious enough,” Bayard snorted before probably securing a mask around Draugluin ’s head with a thorough inspection by his superior that it was on correctly.

Once everyone was seated and buckled in, Bayard locked the doors and revved the engine. The truck roared to life, startling some passerby’s as I could hear their squeals of surprise and fright.

“When we arrive, you will act as if you were cordially invited as guests,” Julias instructed us as we drove out of the city. “There will be werewolves there that do not have deep knowledge of the inner workings of the pack and don’t need to know the real reason you are there