During this dire time, I delegated duties to the Lycans. Some people were to watch Roman. Others were to meet wolves from my pack at The Night Raider’s Café to talk about Jane’s disappearance. Ryker was to search the outskirts of Roman’s property with me every night.
It went well for the first week. I cut off communication with Roman, and I spied on him.
Nothing was off, and I was just hoping that he would do something—anything—fishy to get Ryker off my back, so I could breathe and complete this mission. I wanted nothing more than for him to trust me again. Jane and Raj were in trouble, and if my suspicions were correct, I needed Ryker to trust me.
neededThat was the only way any of this would work.
Ryker appeared at my door, dressed in a tight gray spandex training shirt. “You ready?”
