Ryder West
“This is bullshit,” I muttered under my breath, gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. The city streets blurred past as I drove away from the police station, my mind racing faster than the car.
Every second that passed felt like another nail in Clara’s coffin.
Those cowards in uniform were too scared of Victor’s money and connections to do anything real. I should have known better than to waste time there.
I slammed my hand against the dashboard, frustration boiling over. “Where the hell are you, Clara? Just hold on, baby. I’m coming.”
The road stretched out ahead, but my thoughts kept circling back to the same dead ends. I needed help. Real help.
Someone who understood what I was, someone who wouldn’t flinch at the wolf inside me. Then it hit me
