RYKER'S POV
I knelt down on the ground with my forehead touching the cold floor as a means of submission and defeat to my own brother Kael. He was standing before me, his eyes shinning with excitement.
I was angry and frustrated at the same time inside of me, but I couldn't acknowledge it because of this deep-seated fear in me. So when I tried to speak, to beg for mercy, my voice sounded like it was trapped in my throat.
I was indeed trapped. Kael's face hovered around me as his burning brown golden eyes taunted me. He was grinning from ear to ear, his face held this look of mockery. Even my strength failed me, and every wall I had spent years building, shattered.
Suddenly, the scenario changed, and I was no longer kneeling or facing Kael. Instead, I was curled up in a ball, whimpering
