Ryker rose up into the clouds from the top of the fortress, his arms spread wide.
His gaze was locked on us, a cold grin curling across his face. But what really sent shivers through my soul was the fact that he seemed like he was staring directly at me especially.
Kaelos held my hand tighter beside me, taking a single step forward. "We finally meet, Lord of the North."
Ryker sniggered, the sound echoing for miles.
"Indeed, brother. Sorry, we didn't meet sooner. Been planning on how to take the throne and all for decades now." Ryker said as if it were the most casual thing to say.
Yet, I felt Kaelos stiffen, feeling his dread and confusion like it was mine.
"Brother?" Alpha king Soren echoed, sounding like he was seconds away from ripping someone's head off.
After all, the man taunting us was responsible for the death of his father, the previous South American Alpha King.
