Chapter Twenty

~ Tyler

The moment my father arrived and climbed out of his car, I was in his face.

“What happened? What did the King want?” I asked.

My father's face was twisted into an expression of anger, a visage that I always revered but now, I couldn’t bring myself to give a rat’s ass! His hands clenched into fists repeatedly, a sign that he was harboring aggression. Next to his car, the guards who had followed my father had parked and alighted.

Amongst them, was my friend, Cade, who was looking particularly unhappy. As I wondered what could have happened to cause everyone to look grumpy, my father approached Cade, seizing the collar of his jacket.

Before I knew it, my father landed three swift blows to my friend’s face, and in an instant, his claws were drawn out and ready to strike. I stepped between them, in time, pulling him away from my friend. “Hey, hey!” I shouted, grabbing my father’s attention.

“What’s going on here?! What did he do?!” I asked.

My father glared at me before shift