***BRADLEY POV***
After finally being banished by the pretend Alpha-in-Waiting, I knew that Richard and Maggie were dead. In my eyes, it was a wrongful execution. My life's work immediately shifted to taking up the mantle that Richard had started and to complete it.
In my run back to Illinois, I found myself thinking about the different ways that I'd want to have Michael Bartholomew's head stuffed when I took over Crescent Woods. Maybe I'd have it shrunken and put into a glass jar on my desk, or maybe I'd try and have his entire body put in a glass cage that I'd piss on every time I'd go on patrol. That idea didn't sound too bad, honestly, and I immediately chose to do the same thing to every single one of my enemies that tried to challenge me.
I knew I wouldn't be as go
