~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 f**k. 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 a positive outcome. Even if I came out with my life, there was no telling how bad it would be. After all, there are worse things than death.
Her city could be seen in the distance as my steps quickened and I got a little ray of hope. There it was. I ho
