Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 538

The two wolves left didn’t dare come closer. They kept their eyes locked on something behind Amelia, backing away step by step until they melted into the trees.

Amelia barely had a second to collect herself before cold metal pressed against the back of her head—a gun.

“Who are you? What are you doing out here at this hour?” The man’s voice was hard, laced with suspicion.

His accent wasn’t local. Definitely not from Alston Creek.

In a place this deep in the woods, he could shoot her and no one would ever know.

The body of the wolf, its head blown open, was still at her feet, the warmth not yet gone.

Amelia’s heart hammered in her chest, but she forced herself to keep it together. “I’m a doctor. My husband and I… we went out on the river and our boat flipped. We got swept downstream. He hurt his leg. He’s waiting for me by the riverbank. If you don’t believe me, I can show you.”

“You just saved me. That was some shot. Are you a local hunter?” Amelia offered him a harmless identity, hoping he’d buy it.

He didn’t respond, but after a tense moment, the barrel of the gun lifted away from her head.

Slowly, Amelia turned around and finally got a good look at him.

His beard was thick, hiding his age, his skin tanned and rough. Heavy brows shadowed a pair of dark, sharp eyes that watched her like he was sizing her up for a fight.

He took her in with a stare that was bold and invasive, making her skin crawl.

But with the gun still in his hand, she had no choice but to play along.

“You’re a doctor?”

“Yes.” Amelia pointed at the herbs scattered on the ground. “These are for medicine. I was going to treat my husband’s wounds.”

The man thought for a second, then let out a weird little smile. “That’s lucky. My brother’s hurt too. Could use a doctor.”

Perfect. She was useful. That meant she had something to bargain with.

“You live nearby?”

He slung the rifle onto his back, and only then did Amelia spot the long knife at his belt. The blade was crusted with old, dried blood—so dark she couldn’t tell if it was from an animal or something else. She decided not to think about it.

Ryan had followed the sound of the gunshot, afraid he’d be too late.

He pulled her close, shielding her with his body as he faced Mason. His gaze flicked to the dead wolf on the ground, then back to Mason—cold and dangerous.

“Thanks for saving my wife,” Ryan said. His words were polite, but his eyes held no warmth at all.

Mason’s cocky look faded as soon as he met Ryan’s gaze.

This man was clearly hurt, his face sickly pale, but there was something about those eyes—cold, sharp, and full of warning—that sent a chill through Mason. Eyes like that were scarier than any animal in these woods.

“Bro!” Suddenly, a bald guy burst out of the trees. He didn’t notice Amelia and Ryan at first, grabbing Mason’s arm in a panic. “Bro, Bryan’s fever won’t break. I think he’s—”

He stopped short, finally spotting the two strangers nearby.

Amelia recognized the bald man instantly.

Mason’s beard made him hard to place, but that bald head—she’d seen him before.