Logan
Hunter: Meet me at Smith's if you want to save your club and yourself.
I read the message twice, tensing each time. My mood drops from hundreds to negatives in just a second. One moment I'm on top of the world, and the next, rage is coursing through my veins, thoughts of murder filling my mind.
Elizabeth studies my face, then asks me if everything is okay, but I don't answer the question. Instead, I stand and tell her I have to go.
She doesn't push. She just burns holes through my back with her eyes as I walk away, and I silently thank her for that because I wouldn't have appreciated a conversation about Hunter with her.
Outside, I quickly hop onto the bike and start the engine, riding to Smith's. I go there not because I'm threatened by the message. I go there because I want t
