I woke the next morning, my bloody fists sticking to the clean silver sheets of the bed in the my room at Trace's place. What had even happened?
Trace and I were drinking and smoking, shooting the s**t til early in the morning. We had no idea where Rilyn was, thinking maybe she was at the hospital visiting Wolf. Then Rilyn pulled up in her brand new jeep like a bat out of hell, blood dripping on her clothes, scared to death, and saying he had found her. Him. Rage.
My own vision blurred as my head pounded from my hangover. That son of a b***h. I would kill him.
I hopped in the shower, dressing in all black, like always, and leaving my hair down, hastily running a comb through it. I scratched at my beard, irritated. I found some scissors in the bathroom and cut off the rest of the short c
