Ryder
She watched as Shelby walked from the tent at sunrise. She was headed for the packhouse and Ryder fell into step with her. ‘Killing him before he knows who you are isn’t going to help you,’ she stated down the mind-link.
‘I’m well aware of that,’ Shelby stated flatly. ‘But that doesn’t mean I can’t put a beat down on him every damned day that I’m here.’
‘So, we’re going to the packhouse too?’ Ryder asked.
Shelby had been quiet all night long and brushed Isla off with the comment of “Leave it, I’m just going to beat him senseless on a daily basis.”
Ryder walked with her into the packhouse, and it was still dark and everyone was, from what she could tell, still sleeping. ‘What time do they train here?’ she asked curiously most would be up and on the move by now.
‘Only in the eve
