Rhyker’s POV
The moon hung high and harsh over the compound, illuminating the fortress that had once been my pack’s heart—and now served as Colin’s lair.
The shadows seemed to thicken as my men and I approached, moving in silence, each step calculated.
I could feel the blood pounding through my veins, carrying with it the determination and anger that had been building every day since Lyra was taken from me.
I’d lost count of how many nights I’d tortured myself over how she’d been whisked away right in front of me.
Now, we were finally here, and I wasn’t leaving without her.
We’d planned every step, accounting for the guards, their shifts, and the entrance points.
My men were positioned around the perimeter, ready to strike.
I crept along the walls, glancing at my lead enforce
