Lyall watched Loriann pull away from the house in her old truck. He could hear the suspension squeaking from here as it bounced down the dirt road towards town. Willow had been gone all weekend. He hadn’t visited the café since she kicked him out of her house. His anger tinged his eyesight red before he shook it away.

He would get her back. She was his. She had been promised to him. He waited a moment before he approached the house, sniffing the air. His hair flowed around his ...