On the drive back, Joseph hammered Gina's number like it owed him money.
Every call? Busy signal, mocking him.
He slammed a fist into the wheel—horn blasting shrill, jangling his last nerve.
"She was scooped up by some wolf—I saw it. He carried her right into the ride."
Zoe's line looped endless in his head, a broken record scratching deep.
Joseph ground his molars to dust, vein throbbing in his forehead like a live wire. Right then? He could've ripped throats for sport.
Scrolling his contacts, names blurring, he laughed—bitter, barking. "Gina, you got some nerve, you sly fox!"
Phone tossed aside, he floored it, tires screaming into the night.
When I came to, the world swam into focus under those harsh hospital-room lights—I was tucked in a bed, tubes snaking everywhere like some b
