Victor flies down the highway in silence, his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel.
He can’t even engage with his emotions right now – he just feels so desperate and betrayed. So instead, he just drives. And drives.
The mile markers fly by before Victor even really realizes where he’s going. When he arrives, he supposes it’s as good a place as any.
The gates slowly part before the black hummer, the Beta guards at either side saluting him. He doesn’t respond, just drives slowly through his Beta camp.
Victor pulls into his spot by his little office cabin, not really knowing what else to do. When he turns off the car, he rests his head back onto his seat, staring up at the ceiling of the car.
What the f**k.
His emotions start to creep back in on him then, and he grits his teet
