Though it was the late hours of the night—when the Lycans trained and hunted—the forest was eerily quiet. No guards surrounded the perimeter of Ryker’s property. No warriors ran on the trails. Nobody—and I meant, nobody—was outside.
At least, that was what they wanted us to think.
Raj and I led Roman and his warriors toward the pack house, not even glancing at the Lycans perched in the trees and hiding in the bushes. There was no trying to tell our side of the story. Ryker had already corrupted their minds with lies about us. They needed proof, and we would deliver it.
Before we could make it within fifty feet of the pack house, they emerged like vultures, surrounding us and stalking around their enemy. Baring their teeth. Narrowing their eyes. Lowering their stances. Getting ready to f
