Ryder POV
"Good." I scanned the compound, counting bikes and riders mentally. "Who's staying behind to watch the territory?"
"Just Nix, and he's not happy about being left out." Cass crossed his arms over his chest. "Someone needs to watch the place and maintain our presence. He'll deal with it."
"He'll have to." I spotted Doc loading medical supplies onto his bike with methodical care, triple-checking everything. "What's our route looking like?"
"Highway 12 straight through Redwood territory. They're neutral to us, and we've got permission to pass." Cass pulled out a weathered map and spread it on his bike's seat. "Then we cut through the mountain pass. That's no-man's-land—rogues, outcasts, and things that don't want to be found."
"How long will we be exposed in the pass?"
"Eight
