(Ryder's POV)
Hours went by like nothing, I sat frozen at a spot.
The gala hall was dead…a tomb, really. Everyone scattered after the main course of the event namely Lycan Prince Bronc picked up my wife and walked out without as much as a word to anyone.
I like him. We would have gotten along great if I didn't hate him for doing what I couldn't do.
Chandeliers flickered over abandoned champagne flutes and trampled roses.
The shattered pieces of a thousand glass cups were in a pile over there…where Bronc had flung Alpha Michael like string cheese and carried her away like I have thought to do a thousand times before in my head.
The scent of Kai's still clinging to the air like a ghost. My fists ached. My bones ached. Everything ached.
The fever was back and the moon wasn't even full yet.
Joshua found me by the shattered remains of the ice sculpture rocking my 'defeated' pose like a badge of honor.
"Ryder," he called.
