(Angel’s POV)
I left Howl at the Moon with a headache and a guilty heart. I couldn’t sleep, barely breathed. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ojore’s mouth on mine, the way he looked at me. And then, Tones’ face. Hurt more than angry.
By the time I packed my gear, the camp was still asleep. Some would wake nursing bruises, others with hangovers. I needed space, so I rode my bike. The road to the compound was empty, it always was at this time of the evening. I told myself I was heading back to check in, but really, it was the only place I knew as home.
When I pulled into the compound yard, I wasn’t expecting company.
A black car rolled through the gates, sleek and silent, followed by two bikes. The door opened, and out stepped Carlos, his expression unreadable as ever, followed by Ste
