RYDER’S POV

　　“You look like a walking corpse,” My dad says mockingly.

　　The scowl on my face deepened. “Stay away from this father,” I hissed. Typical of him to gloat at a time like this. Who would think that the werewolf king was a petty bastard? No one but me.

　　I have not slept or eaten in days and I know I look like shit without him saying it. Food is the last thing on my mind, I just want to find her. A lot has happened to me in my lifetime but none was as scary as this. What if I never find her? what then would become of...