80. Who are you?

Ambrose POV

"Who are you?" I growled at one of the intruders wearing a black hoodie and silver mask. His eyes burned with hatred. His hand gripped the knife so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He didn't answer and pressed the knife on my throat. I couldn't move an inch as I was bound by a thick chain. I tried to use magic to break out of it. I even tried to teleport, but nothing worked. I was truly trapped. The chain had to be charmed or made out of special metal.

These fuckers came prepared.

I looked over at Theo and Logan, who were trapped under a large net, like fishes out of the water. Logan was still unconscious.

How did we get here, you ask? Let's go back and elaborate.

***

One of the pack members informed me about seeing the drider at one of the woods fifty miles from the town. It made sense because woods surrounded the area and the drider needed a new home since the one in my territory was off-limits.