Ryder POV
We made it through Redwood territory without incident, though the border guards had eyed us with obvious suspicion. Fifteen Iron Fang bikes rolling through their land didn't sit well with the traditional packs, but they'd let us pass when Doc explained we were seeking Elena Nightwhisper. Apparently, the ancient healer commanded respect even among alphas who might otherwise turn us away at their borders.
Now we were in no-man's-land, where the mountain pass stretched ahead in a series of narrow, winding curves. Dense pine forest pressed in on both sides, creating perfect ambush territory that made my wolf pace restlessly beneath my skin.
"Stay sharp," I spoke into the comm unit connecting all our bikes. "Rogues love this pass."
"Copy that." Cass was riding point while Knox bro
