The door to Ryker’s office had barely shut when I finally let myself breathe, if it could even be called breathing. It felt more like gasping. Like drowning in air that refused to enter my lungs.

Evan was missing.

Injured.

Hunted by something that wasn’t one of us.

And I was supposed to sit still?

No.

Not when my heart was clawing at my chest.

Not when every instinct in me screamed his name.

I took a shaky step forward and froze.

Maia stood in the hallway, wringing her hands. Her eyes ...