Rhyder's POV

I slammed my fist on the table, cursing.

How could this be happening?

I turned and kicked the table again, sending some of the items crashing to the floor.

"You've got to calm down and think of something, baby," came Lysandra's soft voice. "There must be a way to stop him."

"She's right, Rhyder. We can only figure something out when you're less agitated." Malrik added.

Vayne wasn’t here. In fact, I had barely seen him since our last encounter where I threatened to stripped him of the Beta position. This pack might face a major threat soon if this problem wasn't solved, and yet he chose to...