27
Ryker
“They’re around this area,” Sebastian noted, “but I never came up this far north. Do you remember where you lived?” We drove nonstop once we got past the border into Canada on up to the Yukon Territory. The rest of the packs stayed out of range except me, Sebastian, and Micah.
I shrugged. “I have ideas, but it was a long time ago. I remember Whitehorse though. This was our city.” For the past couple days, all we’d done was split up and comb the streets to see if we could find any of the Yukon wolves. So far we’d found nothing, not even a trace.
Micah turned the corner, shaking his head when he saw us. “Anything for you guys?”
“Not a f*****g thing,” I grumbled.
“How is Faith?” Sebastian asked him.
“She’s fine. She just wants us to find her sister. The sooner we do, the soone
