Derick stared at the house before him, it was a two story house with green grass at the front and a graveled path that cut across to the front door. There were little flowers scattered on the little garden in the front yard and a giant oak tree with a makeshift swing dangling from one of the branches. This was Lana's home. Lana, the possible end to his existence.
He glanced at the time on his phone, 7:35, he should probably check in at the pack house. He looked back at the house that held the weapon that could possibly end them all and was torn between leaving and staying but decided to leave anyway. All he wanted to do at that moment was to rip her throat out and end the threat right then and there.
He hit the steering wheel hard and ran his hand down his face, he knew that he couldn't
