Chapter 41
Third person POV
Lycan Ryder was in his throne room. He had been anxious. As he waited, his feet tapped repeatedly on the floor.
He was starting to think that perhaps, Erica had really killed Liza and made good her escape. Even now as he thought of it, his fists clenched. A powerful aura burst out of him.
At the corners of the throne room, the many guards stationed there trembled and retreated further into the shadows.
"Erica," he growled. His eyes were bloodshot.
The minutes felt like an eternity for Ryder. Every passing moment intensified his anxiety, the worry etched on his face. His mind raced with thoughts of what might have happened to Liza.
His fists tightened as anger swelled within him. The mere though of Erica caused a growl to escape his throat. The lycan
