Page 17 of Hunted By the Wolves
Riley didn’t hesitate.“Where is it?”
“Near Spokane,” Dorian answered.“We’ll take a flight to Seattle, pick up our vehicle and drive there.”
Spokane, Washington.On the other side of the country.That sounded like a great place to be.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”Dorian asked.
A flicker of her old self surfaced—sharp, stubborn, alive.
“I ran once,” she said.“This time, I want backup.”
Hope, fragile but real, settled in her chest.
Chapter Four
The entrance to E.S.E.was nothing like Riley expected.
There was no sign.No insignia.No glass-and-steel tower announcing power or authority.Just an underground access ramp tucked beneath an unremarkable industrial building, the kind of place she would have walked past a hundred times without looking twice.
Rafe guided the car down the ramp with practiced ease, one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually near the console.Dorian sat in the passenger seat, watching the mirrors, the shadows, the blind spots Riley hadn’t even known existed until he shifted his focus there.
She sat in the back, hands folded tightly in her lap, heart hammering.
This was real.
She wasn’t running anymore.She was stepping into something.
The vehicle descended deeper, concrete walls giving way to reinforced steel, then biometric scanners.
Rafe spoke quietly as he slowed the car.“Underground entrance.Keeps civilians and satellites from asking too many questions.”
The scanner flashed green.Heavy doors slid open with a muted hydraulic hiss.
Riley sucked in a breath.
