Leaving Bailey with my brother felt like a f*****g death sentence.
Slade was corrupted by my father’s poison. No matter how hard he fights it; He will always return to the devil himself. A loyal servant in this game.
I suppose I’m no better. I’ve gotten out, but the scars left deeply embedded in my soul leave me with a craving for something that I can only find here at home.
But Slade is unpredictable. He always has been despite the lingering good I planted in him all those years ago. Despite his devotion to all of this, I find that I cannot hate him... because what he is is what I almost became.
Fighting the war within my mind, I focus on my father’s incessant ramblings about weaponry and his plans to take over the packs one by one. He gives me just enough information, without giv
