Quinn’s body ached against the hard floor. He moved his hands under his chest and pushed himself off the ground. His head throbbed as the drugged worked its way out of his system. He brushed of the rocks and dirt that covered the front of his body before he tensed.
Cliff was close with his dog. The air grew chilly as evening set in. Cliff was swearing as he walked toward Quinn. He kept muttering about how much land he’d covered looking for the wolf.
“Stupid canine,” Cliff grunted. “That monster better be out here, we got a fight tonight and I gotta prepare you, eh Brutus.” He whistled to his dog. “You’re gonna make me money.” The man laughed. Brutus lowly growled as his head dipped to the ground again. Cliff swore again. “Your brother will have to fight in your place. I got a little exc
