Chapter 11

Harley

A soft bed cradling me was the first thing that I felt as I began to wake up. The last thing that I remembered was the cold rain and excruciating pain. My shoulder and leg had been severely injured and as I laid on the ground, the hopelessness of the situation crept in and I cried. I knew that I was someplace that no one would stumble upon me and that I was going to die. I had not cried since my mom died, but I could not stop the tears. I cried mostly for my sister, knowing that I would not be able to protect her. I cried because I didn’t know where she was, and I didn’t know if she was safe. I cried because I would never get to see her again. 

As I slowly started to regain consciousness, I realized that I was not dead. The bed surrounding me and the sensation of medical equipment attached to me told me that I was no longer outside. I froze for a moment, fearful that I was back at the Crimson River Pack and that I had not been successfu