Ryker's pov
I brushed my palm over the cold metallic surface of the gun before shoving it below my pillow.
Tomorrow I will save her.
Ophelia please wait for me.
I had struggled my way through the woods to come to this pack, fought through the defenses till I felt like I was at the end of my life.
One look at that so-called alpha and I knew that he was not to be trusted. I could see he was trying to manipulate me, I would let him for now since it seems we both have the same goal which was rescuing Ophelia.
We had discussed about how she would be rescued, well it was less of a discussion and more of him dishing out orders that were a little hard to swallow.
“I'll send some warriors with you, those that are skilled with camouflage. By tomorrow, I would have arranged a meeting with the
