(OMEN)
RYDER’S POV
TO DIE IS A NIGHTMARE. TO BE KILLED IS ANOTHER CURE. BUT TO DIE IN THE HANDS OF THE PEOPLE THAT YOU LOVE AND LOOK UP TO. THE ONE YOU THOUGHT THAT WILL PROTECT YOU NO MATTER WHAT, IS A BETRAYAL.
“I do not resemble anyone of them.” I whisper.
A bit pitying myself as I am starring at the mirror and examining my features. My reddish-brown hair and eyes that resemble of the autumn season. Is not like what my known parents have. With their both blonde hair and grey eyes. I do not have the slight resemblance from them. I look like the outsider that is force his way in and stupidly claims what he shouldn’t.
“Lucas.” I called. “What do you think? Am I really my parent’s son?” I ask the question.
Question that made his eyes widen, but for a few seconds turns his expressi
