Ryder pov
The ride was supposed to be simple.
Fifteen bikes, twenty wolves, one last run before I became a mated man. We'd hit the highway, run the northern loop, should be back in three hours.
Should've known better.
"Contacts on our six." Cass's voice crackled through my helmet comm. "Three vehicles, moving fast."
I checked my mirror. Behind me was a black SUVs with tinted windows. Not the Steel Serpents' usual style.
"Split formation." I revved my engine. "Knox, take half the pack east. We'll draw them north."
The pack split smoothly. Years of riding together meant no wasted movement. But the SUVs stuck with my group.
"They're targeting you specifically." Cass pulled up beside me. "This isn't random."
The first shots confirmed it. Bullets sparked off the road behind my bike.
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