I did not sleep much that night.
Every time I closed my eyes, I expected to see Blackridge warriors behind us.
By morning, Lydia had driven far enough that even I could no longer recognize the roads.
I stared through the window as trees slowly replaced the buildings around us. “Where are we going?” I asked.
Lydia kept her eyes on the road. “A neutral zone.”
I frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It means no pack owns it.” She glanced at me. “Most packs stay away from it because of the agreement between the Alphas. No fighting, no claiming territory, no dragging pack disputes there.”
“So Blackridge can’t just walk in?” I asked.
“They shouldn’t.”
The answer did not make me feel completely safe.
“But they could.”
Lydia sighed. “If Deucalion wants you badly enough, he might try.”
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