IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN exhilarating, riding a motorcycle to the rescue. Instead, all I could think about was Tank. Where was he? He would have found a way to join this battle if he was in control of his own movements. Was he even still alive?
Shaking my head against my own thoughts, I refocused. Marina. I was here to find the node and the woman who’d been toying with us. I was here to protect werewolves Tank cared about from the dangers of fae invasion.
To that end, I clutched Butch’s waist, steadying him as much as hanging on while we skirted the margins of the battle. The directions he gave us, though, didn’t let us steer clear of the fighting entirely. Then Rowan’s forces swung out to meet us, slowing our forward progress. It wasn’t long before the motorcycle stalled.
“Crap,” Ryder grow
