CHAPTER 58

• RYDER’S POV
• I slammed my fists into the wall in anger as I stared down at the scape goats that were chained in the warehouse. It was early in the morning, we spent the whole night battling those bloody rogues but I didn’t feel tired at all. I wanted answers.
• One of them had killed himself already before we got to the warehouse. I’m still unaware of how he got a knife and ended his life, and I was mad at those that were supposed to guard them for allowing something like that slip right through their fingers.