Rhyker’s POV
I stood there, staring at the sealed stone floor, my heart pounding against the walls of my chest.
Lyra was gone again, ripped from me right in front of my eyes.
My fists curled, claws digging into my palms until the pain forced me to release.
But it was nothing—nothing—compared to the torment twisting through me.
I should’ve gotten to her in time. I should’ve known that Colin wouldn’t make this easy.
“Damn it!” The curse burst from my lips, raw and filled with fury.
I slammed my fists into the stone where she’d been standing, the impact sending tremors through my arms.
Still, the ground beneath me stayed solid, unyielding. I couldn’t leave her alone down there. Not this time.
I turned, scanning my men. “Search everywhere,” I growled.
My voice was a harsh ech
