As the men rushed out of the bushes, Lycan Ryder immediately shielded Liza with his body, his muscles tense with anticipation. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice firm.
The men only laughed in response, their faces twisted into cruel sneers. They didn't seem interested in answering Ryder's questions.
"Who sent you?" Ryder pressed, his eyes narrowing as he scanned their faces for any sign of recognition. But once again, the men just laughed, their laughter echoing ominously in the air.
Growing impatient, Ryder warned them, "You're making a mistake. I'm a lycan, and I won't hesitate to defend myself and my mate."
But the leader of the group merely chuckled in derision, pulling out a pair of silver gloves from his pocket. Ryder's eyes widened in alarm at the sight of the deadly metal, k
