That was what I needed. Someone to stand behind me, but not in front. That was how you learned to fight.
The motorcycle slowed in speed as we turned left down a dirt road just before the core of the main town.
Peaking over Wolf's broad shoulder, I saw us approaching a quiet residential area. There were several houses in a row, all seemingly sharing the same open backyard.
It was unusual to see a home without a six-foot fence surrounding it. It was incredibly common in the city. Privacy was massive back home. Seeing all these beautiful, rustic homes without fencing felt like stepping into a different time. It didn’t seem real.
Wolf’s bike came to a slow crawl as he turned us into the dirt driveway of the third house.
Looking behind me, I noticed that Dame and her husband, Cutter, had j
