Ninety-six

Damien was in the night.

He hadn’t gone back home since the miscarriage.

Part of him was scared, scared to face Aria, he had disappointed her. He ran away when she needed him the most, so how could he face her?

Another part of him was angry, angry at how things turned out, so angry that he felt red, red with rage, red with frustration.

He had to find those bastards.

He had to make them pay.

He wanted to hurt them, and hurt them badly.

He wanted them to beg for their lives, and he wanted to refuse them.

He was speeding across the freeway, trying to track down where exactly he had seen Aria that night.

He had gone to the Alpha meeting a wreck, something terrible had happened, a family of night guards wiped out, except one, a skinny boy, whose eyes had seen too much.

First those rogues, then those hunters.

Everyone is mad these days, he thought angrily, as he sped through.

His phone rang, he didn’t want to check, he knew it would be another call from Aria, he hadn’t called her since he l