*Ryder*
I slam the gas pedal down, the engine roaring like a beast as we tear down the dirt road toward my home. My heart races, adrenaline coursing through my veins like wildfire. Theo’s beside me, his hands gripping the door handle as if it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. We both know something is horribly wrong, and every second we waste feels like an eternity.
As we screech to a halt, my stomach drops. The gate is torn off its hinges, the remnants of a violent struggle scattered across the ground. One guard lies motionless, blood pooling beneath him. The sight makes my pulse quicken, a primal instinct kicking in. This isn’t just an attack; it’s a declaration of war.
“s**t!” I mutter, before we speed off towards the house.
As soon as the car comes to a stop, a bit from the ho
