The Truth

Quinn

I step into the cells and see Bailey straight away. She looks up and sighs.

"Whatever you want from me, Quinn, won't happen," her words are cold, and I sit outside her cell.

"Quinn?" I ask, and she nods. "I'm not Quinn, though, am I?"

"I needed you to be!" She shouts and stands up. "What do you want?"

"I want to know why you took me. How did you manage to take me?"

"We had a warlock working with us," she says before sitting again. "He was good with teleportation. He teleported himself into the Fae Palace, grabbed you and teleported you back to us."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because warlocks and witches are weak. They are dying off, and someone needs to help them." Her words are flat, and I know she's lying.

"You're not even trying to be honest," I say, and she nods. "Why me and the others?" I ask.

"We knew that darkened wolves were created using Xenia's wolf's blood. If the strongest werewolf helped with that, what was to say the royal Fae, Bears, Dragons and the rest weren't the key to un