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...