CHAPTER 162: The Slow Descend

LYRA

The wheel screeches as I move across the gravel path that gets me out of this territory and onto the main highway that'll take us back. Torin's in the passenger seat, silent for once, but he's looking out of the window every few seconds.

"They'll know," he mutters finally, "There are going to be a hundred wolves after me the second they smell that cell's empty. A hundred. Trained and rabid wo