Ryder pov

The ride was supposed to be simple.

Fifteen bikes, twenty wolves, one last run before I became a mated man. We'd hit the highway, run the northern loop, should be back in three hours.

Should've known better.

"Contacts on our six." Cass's voice crackled through my helmet comm. "Three vehicles, moving fast."

I checked my mirror. Behind me was a black SUVs with tinted windows. Not the Steel Serpents' usual style.

"Split formation." I revved my engine. "Knox, take half the pack east. ...