Ryker's POV
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On the other side of the continent, far away from the Blood Oak pack and all its drama, was a hidden fortress hidden away by powerful cloaking spells.
Ryker, the self-proclaimed true Lord of the North, was in his study room, looking through maps of the continent and making plans in silence.
The study room was dark apart from a candle lit at the center of the table on which he sat.
Suddenly, someone barged through the doors of the study room, disrupting its serenity and causing Ryker's eyebrows to furrow as he slowly raised his head and peered through the darkness.
"My Lord!" One of his guards, an artificial hybrid like Marcellus, was the one who stepped into the room.
However, the man could not go any further toward Ryker; he was stopped by an invisible force that hit him back like a brick wall, holding him in place and restricting his muscle movements.
Ryker's gaze became cold as he drummed his fingers on the armrest of his seat.
