Wren

Am I even surprised? No.

But am I pissed? Absolutely.

Why? I have no idea.

I roll my eyes at Ezra and snatch up a can of soda from a nearby table, walking away from the crowd. I’m pretty sure it belongs to someone, but it’s still unopened.

Arriving at the garage, I’m surrounded by rows of Harley’s, and other bike types. Somehow, I spot Ezra’s bike and I walk over to it, remembering how slowly he rode out after the initiation ritual.

And how he didn’t return immediately. ...