Felix and I spent the next nine months on the road searching for rogue packs and eliminating them after getting the information that we needed to move on to the next one.
I hadn’t spoken to my father again after that one phone call, and I hadn't spoken to Chase in three months. Felix was driving as I checked my two guns and strapped my other weapons to my legs and arms. I had started adding tattoos to my arms, one for each kill, and I had almost completed my second sleeve. Felix had laughed as I sat in the tattoo parlor and then, to my shock, he sat for one too and our arms looked almost identical.
We have become best friends over the last nine months. We had vowed to always have each other’s backs and to never back down from a challenge. It was two months before my nineteenth birthday,
