That was my son's jacket between the man's fist. I knew he had come with a message, so I tried to reign in on my rage. But I couldn't help it. I wanted him to feel pain for being involved. As I pushed him, Richard and Gerrard appeared in an instant to stop me from doing further harm.
I watched as the man went down, bouncing a few times on the rocky floor. A small tree stopped him from rolling farther away from us.
Gerrard, Rich's guy, stood in front of me to prevent me from going to the man.
It was Richard who went close, pulling him up by his shirt's collar.
The small piece of fabric that was my son's jacket laid a few feet away. That was how he had lured me here. Was this a trap? I wished to Goddess that it was. My claws and teeth needed some good work. Gerrard tried to stop me as
