The Alpha then went quiet, his mind racing.
It was unsettling how perfectly Ryley's description matched the young man he'd seen in his own dream, just a few nights ago.
In his version, Clyde had been pinned down on muddy ground under a relentless downpour.
A chimera was seconds away from trampling him when a masked warrior stepped in, fighting the beast off and saving his life.
The young warrior had helped Clyde to his feet and guided him back to the safety of his tent.
When Clyde finally looked into his face, he saw hazel-blue eyes—calm, fearless, and bright with quiet strength.
Strangely, it felt like he had known this young man forever.
There was something familiar about him. Somehow his stubborn bravery reminded Clyde of Ryley—but the way he chose to stay, despite having the strength to walk away after slaying the chimera, reminded him of Ryder.
The realization tightened something painful in Clyde's chest.
