Tristan

That son of a b*tch Baltazar had done the unthinkable! I knew he was the one who owned the chopper that destroyed my village. I saw his pack’s insignia on the fuselage of the tactical helicopter. And when the damage was done, the chopper fled like the cowards that his pack were.

I rushed outside, having pulled Emily from the rubble. I was truly grateful she wasn’t hurt and glad that her cat, Neeko, wasn’t hurt either. I’d grown attached to that cat and couldn’t ...