RYKER
Growing up, I was always told that I had my father's attitude.
I took it as a privilege, a good thing, to be my father's son heart and soul. Rowan was more like my mother, a peacemaker.
But getting older, I take it as an insult of the highest order to be likened to this demon seated before me.
I knew I was a prick, not a soulless one. Alpha Corvin has no soul, he had lost it a long time ago in place of power.
"Sit down, Ryker." He commanded, his voice still carrying the hoarse edge of rage from earlier, like embers that hadn't quite died out.
Without uttering a word, I sat down opposite him. I needed to look him eye to eye when he reprimanded me, to let him know that I wasn't scared of him or his power.
I glared at him, placing my hands on the table with my fists curled into balls. It was a power move he had taught Rowan and I, one to show your opponent that you were ready to strike back.
