~QUINN~

I was playing with fire and I knew it. I was toying with the hands of death. The thing is I could not give a flying fuck. As I sped along the woods to what would be my intended doom, considering the risk I was taking, the upside was that the pain in my chest was starting to subside a bit.

The risk I took? I was going to find Gwen. That would mean going to her city. That would mean potentially having a dangerous encounter with her pack. I could list up to a million scenarios on how that decision could end and none of them have with...