The journey to Silver Fang was far quieter than anyone had expected. Six hours. Under normal circumstances, Bloodmoon's convoy could have reached Silver Fang in less than five. But they didn't. Because Ryker refused to let the driver travel at full speed.
"Slow down."
It was the fourth time in less than an hour that Ryker had given the same order. The Elite Guard driving the lead vehicle merely nodded.
"Yes, Alpha."
From the passenger seat, Kylian pinched the bridge of his nose.
"At this rate," he muttered under his breath, "we'll arrive sometime next week."
Ryker heard him.
"I heard that."
"I wanted you to."
Julia, seated beside Ryker in the back seat, couldn't help smiling.
"Ryker," she said gently, "I'm fine."
Ryker immediately turned toward her.
"Are you?"
"Yes."
"You are
