It’s not the fight of the dog in a fight but the fight in the dog. - Mark Twain
Adam’s POV:
It was now about 6 o’clock, the sun was busy setting and it gave off a orange glow, there was a slight breeze blowing, but the air was filled with nervous energy, Silver Ridge Pack was jumpy and they were terrified. The wait for the fight was nerve racking. I just wanted to get this over with.
Jackson, I, Anthony and Palmer were at the front of our Line. Anthony was filled with vengeance after what they did to Gwen, so he was focused on killing as much of these fuckers as possible.
The Twins were right behind us still holding hands, they were afraid, and David bore the brunt of the burden. His mind was full of guilt over what was about to happen. He blamed himself for this fight. I jus
