Episode 32

***Ryker***

I should have done something the moment Tamara told me that she had a bad feeling something heinous would happen. Guilt, contrition, fright and anger crowded my conscious. My wolf was out the moment Tyron uttered those words.

Paper, blood, monica, gone. The four main words in his statement swirled and occupied my mind. Had these occurred the first time Tamara informed me about her gut feeling? Would I have prevented anything had I done something about it then?

Questions upon questions darted in my brain cells. Still rooted to the floor of my office, my mate attended to Tyron, helping him seat down on my office couch. She gave him a glass of water, whispering sweet somethings to coax him into calming down.

I wanted to sprint into action instantaneously but a mind link from my father stopped me. After learning about the news, he had told me to stay where I was before going to both scenes. He insisted that it might have been a plan to lure me out, a distance away from Tamara.