Rhyder's POV.
"Who's there?"
I hesitated for a split-second.
I could see my father's silhouette through the dense coverage of the brush and trees.
Even then, he looked smaller than I remembered, frail almost.
I wasn't sure if I was ready to see him again after all these years - wasn't sure if I was ready to see the man, the wolf I had reduced him to by shunning him from his pack.
"I asked you a question!"
His voice sounded stronger, more intimidating. Like the once powerful Alpha I grew up admiring.
Another sharp pang of guilt shot through my core.
"Father... it's me..."
The brush rustled slightly.
Then, he slowly stepped out of the shadows.
His expression mirrored my own: shock, surprise, and a hint of disbelief.
"Rhyder..."
He looked much better than I expected him to, but
