While their Alpha fights to survive, an elusive killer hunts among their pack, slaying humans and the wolves who mated them. The Enforcer’s rigid rule and terse attitude have everyone uneasy. On the hunt for madness, he may lose everything…
Ryker continues to hunt for the elusive murderer. The others have eliminated several suspects, but tensions in the Black Hills have never been higher. For all of his experience in hunting and dealing with the wolves, Ryker has never found himself torn between two loves before—to be the killer he is, means he has to turn off the softer side Saja awoke in him.
Saja’s life with the wolves is nothing she would ever have imagined. Being the center of Ryker’s attention is both a blessing and a curse, but her mate’s gentle, indulgent nature seems to be a thing of the past. While she understands his remoteness comes from a place where caring and fear collide, she doesn’t want to lose Ryker to the madness creeping through the pack.
Clashes with Colt and several other dominants heighten the danger, and Ryker refuses to allow her out of his sight unless she is with Gee. When the killer sets his sights on her, will the Enforcer drive his mate away rather than lose her?
“You can be tall, dark, and silent around them all you want,” Saja continued, massaging his tense muscles. “You don’t get to shut me out. I’m in here, too. Remember?” The last she delivered with a light tap to his back directly above his heart.
“Yes.” A weakness. A true chink in his armor. His wolf snarled. “I can’t lose you.” The admission cost him nothing. His mate’s wild, warrior spirit more than matched his. Sunshine in the darkness.
“Not going to happen. I’m armed, remember?”
The reminder had him gliding his hands over her hips to her waistline. The handle of her gun peeked out above the denim. Tugging the weapon free, he leaned away to meet her gaze. Her head was above his, yet the dichotomy didn’t bother him. Not as it once had. “Keep it at hand when I am not here. Even the time it would take you to remove—a wolf could kill you.” His beast bucked at the charge but didn’t disagree.
Drawing a finger down the center of his face, she teased the tip of his nose. “You are here. My money is on you, so it’s not like I need to draw it at the moment.”
The killer had begun to take the wolves mated to humans as well. Ryker almost wished the bastard would come for him. It would end the hunt swiftly.
She needed a holster on her hip, like the Westerns of old. “I have something for you.” Releasing her, he rose. The weight of her gaze trailed him as he crossed the room. In the year since he’d found Saja in the midst of the snow, he’d made changes to his cabin to accommodate her presence, including the addition of a room for her office. She’d ordered books and supplies from all over the country. Of course, she’d used her keen intelligence, opening postal boxes at several different locations in Rapid City and as far away as Sioux City. The supplies were also ordered under a company name she’d made and filed with the city, ending the ability of anyone to track her electronically. Only she hadn’t given him that information to begin with. When she’d admitted needing to travel to Rapid City to pick up a shipment, they’d had their very first fight.
A smile kicked at the corners of his mouth. They’d also had their first round of make-up sex. For a week after, Saja picked several battles with him, trying to elicit a furious response. It had puzzled him, until he discovered she wanted another round of making amends. Happy to oblige, he’d skipped right past the battle and seduced his mate.
It worked for them.
Opening a trunk on the far side of their bedroom, he searched through the various items he’d collected. His aunt had hand tooled a gift he’d requested for Saja. He’d intended it for his mate’s birthday. Drew had actually planted the idea months before during one of their weekly beers. Gifts weren’t something he spent a great deal of time considering, but his mate gave him a lot to consider.
He’d aroused her curiosity. After lifting the belt and holster from the box at the bottom, he returned to her with his offering. Head tilted, his mate eyed the gift, wearing an incredulous expression. “You didn’t…?”
“I did,” he admitted. The tooling included a pattern of his aunt’s design, but she’d added paw prints in three places, each one carved specifically from Ryker’s actual paw print. He was possessive enough to admire the insignia marking her leather belt. Threading it through each loop, he fit it to her thigh then buckled it carefully before tying the jesses to secure it in place.
Then, after retrieving her gun, he slid it into the holster. “Always leave it unsnapped when you’re alone. You can snap it when I’m here or if you’re with Gee.” After the last few days, Gee was the only one he planned to leave his mate with. The old bear had been many things to him over the years, but he trusted him to protect Saja as Gee had trusted Ryker to keep Amelia safe.
They didn’t fail each other.
Laughter bubbled from his mate as she pulled the gun then twirled it once around her finger before holstering it once more. It needed oiling some, softening so it didn’t grip the gun too tightly, but Ryker approved her speed. “You like?”
“Yes, but you? You I love.”