Ryan’s POV
I didn’t think—I ran.
My legs launched forward before my mind could register anything except the pounding of adrenaline. The man who jumped out of the truck cut across the open field, stumbling through tall grass, his breaths sharp and panicked. Every few seconds he threw a terrified glance over his shoulder like he expected death to be right behind him.
He wasn’t wrong.
“YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY FROM ME?” I shouted, my voice ripping through the frozen air.
The echo chased him harder than I did.
He pushed his legs faster, but he was desperate, sloppy, clumsy. He wasn’t trained for this. He wasn’t built for this. I was raised on chase, blood, and fear. I owned every step of the hunt.
My feet barely touched the ground as I gained on him. When I finally reached him, I grab
