RYDEN

　　　 

　　　

　　　 

　　　

　　　 “Amelia!” I reached out for her before she faded from my vision.

　　　

　　　 “Alpha Ryden?” someone called my name, gripping me in the wrist. “Ryden, can you hear me?”

　　　

　　　 “Ren?” I cracked my eyes open. The first thing I saw was his blurry face and deep sadness in his eyes. “Where’s Amelia?”

　　　

　　　 “Drink.” He offered a glass with a plastic straw for me to sip on it.

　　　

　　　 I pushed his hand away. “Ren, where’s Amelia?”

　　　

　　　 “What do you remember?” He put the glass down and looked at me.

　　　

　　　 I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him closer so I could look him in the eye. “Answer me or I...