Chapter 51 – Ryder
Fifty-One
RYDER
Once past the Ontario border, we stop one more time to briefly rest, eat, and nap. The water Holly was wise enough to grab and the snacks from Morgan become useful, allowing each of us a longer rest without the need to hunt.
Once ready to go again, Conan takes the lead, letting the magick vial in the backpack direct us, accompanied by the pulse in my stomach that gets stronger with every town we pass.
It’s late evening when we reach the other end of a series of vast forests and large rolling hills, to a community nestled in the base of them.
This is it.
The bond’s stretch has loosened more and more until it’s no longer thin but lax—a welcome tingle in my stomach that has cured the pain in my head since the minute she was taken from me.
We’re close. This is where Carina is.
I nudge my nose west, taking the lead, following my mate’s directions.
Soon.
This will be over soon.