Ch. 115 Aine's Gift

Zayne’s POV

As we pulled away from Glass Lake territory, an entire cavalcade of vehicles trailed behind us, all filled with our best fighters. But knowing what the Dark Fae could do, I wasn’t sure it would be enough. At most, a wolf attack would provide a distraction, but that distraction could mean the difference between success and failure. Guilt slithered through my veins at the thought we were leading them like lambs to a slaughter.

“How many Light Fae do you think will come?” I asked Finn for the hundredth time, my leg bouncing nervously and bumping into his.

“Enough, I hope.” Finn answered vaguely, placing a steadying hand on my knee.

Finn slid his hand into mine, lacing our fingers together. It was comforting to feel his warm body pressed into my side and his strong hand gripping mine. But even so, the fear and uncertainty passing back and forth between us through the bond was like an elephant on my chest, crushing me.

My free hand slipped inside my jacket pocket, feelin