#Chapter165
Ryker’s POV
I have lost count of the amount of times I had been to this part of the forest, not once did I ever pick up her scent. Tate and I weren’t expecting to find anything, we haven't in months, she was good at evading me, yet I always felt this strong urge to come back to this spot, like something was telling me she was close.
/"We have been here so many times, maybe they have moved on/" Tate says as we walk through the dense forest. /"Last place then we will head home/" I tell him and he sighs. We stop at the river looking up and down stream, nothing. Always fucking nothing.
/"Come let’s head back/" Tate says, turning around to head the way we came.
