Trey
The air at the fight club is old, stale. It’s been only a day since the club was shut down.
Damn, this place is a dump. No wonder Sheridan hates it. A part of me is embarrassed she ever saw it, but it was her fault. I didn’t ask her to come sniffing around me, waking up my wolf, bringing everything full circle. Try as I might, I don’t hate her. I hate myself.
Gravel crunches outside and I tense until I scent Jared. My best friend tromps inside, ignoring the police tape.
“Hey,” I greet him.
He stops and puts his hands in his pocket. “How long you gonna mope around like a pupper who lost his favorite stuffed animal?”
‘What the f**k, man?” My fists clench. “I dare you to come closer and say that to my face.”
Jared shrugs. “I would, but you’re still looking a little beat up. What’s
