Chapter Twenty-Seven

**Rox**

We all were ready to leave bright and early, thankfully, and walked towards the front door as a group. Our car was waiting there for us, but so were several of the Alphas. I was relieved to see that Thorne was not in the crowd.

“This is your last chance, Rylan,” Draven sneered. “Just give us the athame and you get to keep the Flora Witch.”

Rylan opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off.