Ryder
I sat on the edge of the bed. My fingers were lost in Alim's mop of black hair. Strands of curly hair fell across his face, as he lay on the bed, eyes shut to the world. The silence in the room was temporarily punctured by his soft breathing.
I've been told he takes after me. His eyes were the same shade of blue as mine. He has the strength of wolves ten years older than him. He was growing up to be a strong leader.
I stared at his face and guilt washed over me.
I haven't been paying attention to him. I came back home way past his bedtime and left the house before the sun was up.
I needed to make time for my son. This business with Reagan needed to be over so I could get back to my life and son.
The thought of speaking to Alexis about her attitude towards Alim cro
