Ryker's POV
I sit in the chair next to the window of my guest room in the pack house sipping on my whiskey. I can just see Caroline's little cottage off in the distance, smoke coming from the chimney. The sun is begining to set and I let out a deep sigh before I sip on my drink. Logan has already linked me that he is helping Liz pack her things and will be back later on this evening. I am happy for him. He all but gave up his hope in finding his Mate last year but I convinced him to hang in there, that she was out there. It's good to see him so happy and not so buissness and warrior like. He needed this. Then, here I sit, knowing who my mate is, Zane going nuts like a pup at Christmas everytime we are near her. I have to use every ounce of my being to hold him back. She's not eighteen ye
