Ian
I kept replaying the night for several days now. I couldn’t believe that I had actually slapped one of them, let alone Lucy. Her mates were crazy and I knew I had just signed my own death warrant. I knew I had to find a new way to live and soon. I could never return to the rogue camps.
Not only could I not get the images of hitting one of those girls entrusted to me out of my head, but I also couldn’t face them. I couldn’t look at the marks I was sure I had left on Lucy’s face. I knew that sitting there at the shifter's bar wasn’t going to help me none and the two surely would have been getting low on supplies. Today I would have to drop off more supplies and confront the woman.
I was downing my 5th beer when Liam walked into the bar with a grin that touched both of his Doopy ears
