Silver's POV
News about my destroyed mines spread across the continent. They were calling it the fall of the century and I was labelled a curse, the one who brought down the family's name.
“Switch it off,” Jericho grunted. I was listening to the news on the radio, and they were discussing how impulsive and destructive my decisions were. They called it different names; called me different names.
“They might be right,” I breathed as we drove past the sign by the entrance of the pack. The border officers tried to stop us but Jericho blew past them and they immediately charged after us.
“I might be impulsive,”
“Well, it runs in the family,” he shot back, pressing his foot hard on the gas.
The car lurched forward, speeding off and leaving the officers that were on our tail in nothing
