{Ryker’s P.O.V.}
After spending so much time locked away in that trafficking prison, it was a nice change of pace to regain my freedom. Four months on the outside was not much different than the blink of an eye for a weretiger; compared to the years I spent fantasizing about how I would kill Marvin if I ever got my hands on him, it was nothing. Sadly, someone beat me to the punch—the little blonde wolf of Blue Lake had killed Marvin while in a fit of rage. I won’t lie, I was pissed when I heard the news. Not because I wanted him to live, but because I wanted to be the one to exterminate him. If there was a way to resurrect the dead, I would do it, and kill him all over again but not as quickly. I would cut every single vein in his arms and s***h open every artery i
