Chapter 83

Waylon POV

I was fucking pissed off. By the time I had made it to the territory in Iowa, the rain was pouring down. Ky thought it was best to invest in waiters to get through the territory without getting exposed to the wolfsbane. My fucking ass was walking for miles in the pouring rain, in a general direction that I wasn’t even sure was the right way.

The smell of wolfsbane was enough to make me feel like I was being poisoned. I’m pretty sure there was more water in my waiters than on the fucking ground. When I got my hands on James, I was going to strangle his fucking ass. My socks were wet, my feet were cold and the water that was collecting made this walk ten times harder.

Somehow, I was managed to stumble upon a cabin. It was tiny but still, there was footprints all around it. One small window allowed me to see in from the back. My heart sank to my stomach as I realized it wasn’t the place Hailey was being kept. No, this place had a couch and table in it. Maybe this was where