224 Trackers

"Gather around everyone. I will take off your wristbands, and then we will have to search all of you to make sure there are no tracking devices on you. I suspect that this convoy was a setup, it was far too easy to take all of you, and there has to be a catch." Wolfe greeted them as he joined the group.

Most of the witches simply nodded their agreement, too drained and injured to do much more than that after such a long walk and the brutal ride in the trucks, but Wolfe noticed one smile on a vaguely familiar face.

He wasn't sure that he knew her name, but he was certain that she was one of the Sylvan Coven message runners.

"Check our thighs. They gave us all a bunch of injections at once, and if they implanted a tracker, then it's likely there." The witch mumbled in barely more than a whisper.

"Got it. But first, let's get those wristbands off." Wolfe agreed.