Chapter 54: The Devil’s Bargain
The bunker smelled of rust, dried blood, and despair.
I sat on a crate in the center of the room, Lyra sleeping against my chest. Her breathing was the only steady thing in a world that had gone off its axis.
Jax paced back and forth, his boots scraping against the concrete.
"We have thirty wolves," he said, his voice tight. "Most are injured. We have no heavy weapons. We have no way to communicate with the other packs."
He stopped and looked at me.
"And outside those doors, there is an army of vampires and undead kings. If we step out, we die."
The pack watched me. They were waiting for a miracle. They were waiting for the Queen to pull a rabbit out of a hat.
But I didn't have a rabbit. I had a newborn baby and a husband buried alive.
"The Earth Bi
