Rhyker’s POV
A faint light filtered through the trees, brushing a harsh morning glow over the forest clearing where Lyra and I Stood.
The quiet was ominous, and every whisper of wind seemed to carry a warning.
I squeezed Lyra’s hand, silently. I would protect her and our unborn child with everything I had, even if it meant confronting my brother for the last time.
Around us, Colin’s men emerged from the shadows. Their cold, calculating eyes mirrored their leader's twisted ambition.
My heart hammered as Colin stepped forward, a sick smile twisting his lips.
“Ah, Rhyker. I knew you’d come.” Colin’s voice was smooth, mocking, a thinly veiled insult in every word. “And you brought her. Perfect. It’s time we end this.”
I tightened my grip on Lyra’s hand. “What are you planning, Colin?
