POV: Burn
The early morning air was cold and sharp, biting at my skin as we rode toward the Crows’ territory. The rumble of our engines cut through the silence, a warning that we were coming for them. My hand tightened on the throttle, the vibration of my bike steady beneath me, but my mind was on fire.
This had to end today. I wasn’t going to let the Crows keep coming at us, threatening everything I’d built—threatening Sophie.
The road stretched out ahead of us, the sun barely cresting the horizon, casting long shadows across the pavement. Razor was up ahead, leading the pack, his eyes sharp and focused. We were all ready for this. Ready to put an end to it once and for all.
We reached the outskirts of the Crows’ territory just as dawn broke, the light turning the sky a deep, bloody r
