Chapter 82
As the Obsidian cut through the wake of Wyatt and Rylee’s boat, she and her crew aboard remained none the wiser as to who occupied the stagnant vessel. Marina’s arrogance had taken hold with a full, blinding force; she operated under the complete impression that she was fully in the clear.
Unfortunately for her, she had underestimated the sheer, primal drive of a true mother wolf—especially one of a caliber as formidable as Rylee’s.
The hatch groaned as the Obsidian’s co-captain ascended from the depths of the lower deck. He rolled his shoulders, his joints popping, and stretched his limbs toward the rising sun. Squinting against the glare, he scanned the vast expanse of the open water, expecting nothing but the empty, blue horizon he’d seen for the past few days. But instead
