Chapter 94. I’ve Been Lied To

Summer’s POV

I drove frantically toward the abandoned boathouse at the eastern edge of Blackwood territory.

My wedding dress was bunched awkwardly around me in the driver’s seat, the delicate lace catching on the gearshift as I navigated the rough forest road.

My wolf whimpered anxiously inside me. We should have told Alexander. This is a trap.

“I couldn’t risk it,” I whispered aloud, my knuckles white against the steering wheel. “The text said they’d kill Thea immediately if I brought anyone.”

And then the boathouse came into view, a dilapidated wooden structure leaning precariously toward the lake. I parked some distance away and stepped out, the hem of my wedding gown immediately soaking up the morning dew.