Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218

“If I feared you, I wouldn’t have brought you here.” She gestured to the room. “This vault contains everything the enemy has been searching for. Ancient wolf histories, prophecies, powerful artifacts… If these fell into the wrong hands, they could be used to control or destroy all North American packs.”

She placed her weathered hand over mine. “Isabel trusted you. Despite knowing what you might become, she loved you and believed in your goodness. I’ve seen how you’ve protected those who wronged you. How you’ve healed instead of harmed. I believe in you too.”

Her words settled something restless inside me. “I need to tell Devon about all this. The White family’s plans, Isabel’s prophecy-

everything.”

“Of course.” Lydia moved quickly, gathering items from around the room. “Take these with you. Protection charms, Isabel’s emergency kit, and this-” She pressed the necklace into my palm. “Wear it. It will help you channel your power when you need it most.”

Within minutes, I was racing toward my motorcycle, heart pounding with urgency. The border was hours away, and Devon needed this information now. I tucked Isabel’s necklace beneath my shirt, feeling its comforting weight against my skin.

I was halfway to the main road when my instincts screamed danger. Headlights flashed in my mirrors–not one vehicle, but three, converging fast. The lead SUV accelerated, trying to force me off the narrow road.

Silver glinted in the moonlight as someone leaned out the passenger window. A gun.

I gunned the engine, praying I could outrun them long enough to reach help. Isabel’s necklace burned hot against my chest, and somehow, I knew this was only the beginning.

The SUV slammed into my rear wheel. My bike skidded violently, throwing me across the asphalt. Pain shot through my shoulder as I rolled, gravel tearing at my skin. My leather jacket shredded against the rough pavement.

Before I could scramble to my feet, heavy boots surrounded me. Rough hands seized my arms, hauling me upright. I twisted sharply, driving my elbow back and feeling it connect with ribs, then swung my fist into someone’s jaw. The satisfying crack gave me a moment’s hope, but there were too many of them.

A tall man stepped forward, his face scarred and weathered, cold gray eyes studying me like a predator sizing up prey. “Give me the poison,” he commanded, his voice like gravel.

I lifted my chin defiantly, blood trickling from my split lip. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My voice came out steadier than I

felt.

His boot connected with my ribs without warning. I doubled over, gasping, but forced myself to straighten and meet his gaze. “Still nothing to say?”

I spat blood at his feet. “Go to hell.”

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Chapter 218

His scatted fare twisted in a crust smile. Wrong answer. He nodded to his men.

The first punch caught me across the cheek, anapping my head sideways. Stars exploded across my vision. 1 staggered but kept my footing, wiping blood from my mase with the back of my hand.

The serum. Now. The leader’s patience was wearing thin.

“Never.” I backed against a tree, my white wolf snarling inside me, begging to be released.

His knee drove into my stomach. I collapsed forward, dry heaving, my vision blurring. Strong hands hauled me back up.

“The serum!” he roared, his composure finally cracking.

Through split lips, I managed one word: ‘Never.”

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The final blow came from behind something hard crashing into the base of my skull. Agony exploded through my head as I crumpled to the ground, my cheek hitting the cold earth. Through the haze of pain, I could taste copper and dirt.

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