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“You hunting?”
Gunner tipped his coffee back and embraced the scorching burn as the liquid seared down the back of his throat. He chugged it down to the last drop, and stood. “The hunt is the only thing that makes sense anymore.”
“Mmm,” Bash said. He made that noise a lot, and for some reason, it annoyed Gunner.
“What?” he asked.
“You got an anger in you, boy. You remind me of your dad when he was your age. He can tell you stories about anger. So can your momma.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because sometimes it’s nice to be wrong.”
“Wrong about what?” he gritted out, growing frustrated with riddle-time.
“Wrong about being alone.”
Well, that halted the anger. Gunner forced himself to look away from Bash’s steady green gaze. Bash had always been a watcher.
Bash leaned forward, reaching, and gently plucked the tracker from the table. “I’ll call you as soon as I know if I can find him or not.”
“Appreciate it. I can pay.”
Bash snorted and shook his head. “You want to pay? I take favors.”
“What favor?”
“Call your momma and let her know you’re still alive.”
Gunner huffed a sigh, then nodded once. “See you when I see you, Bash.”
“Korner Katch, eight p.m.,” Bash called as Gunner left his house.
Gunner rolled his eyes and scanned the woods for Lucia, but he didn’t sense anything out there anymore besides the little forest creatures who were too dumb to realize they were shacking up in the territory of the Boarlanders.
Gunner sauntered to his motorcycle at the edge of the trees, but movement caught his attention. A massive silverback walked slowly on all fours at the edge of the trees. Kirk, Lucas’s father, stopped and slammed a fist against the earth in warning.
Gunner picked his helmet off his motorcycle, pulled it over his head, and buckled it under his chin as he held Kirk’s gaze. Of course he was angry with him. He’d burned Lucas’s trailer park. The slamming of a screen door sounded, and now Clinton was standing on the porch of his trailer—chin high in the air, blazing silver eyes boring into Gunner.
Any other day, he would’ve welcomed the fight, but right now he was existing under the weight of what he’d done. Of course Landon and Lucas’s families were angry.
He deserved their hate.
He slid his leg over the seat and started his bike, then peeled out, spewing gravel. The rule with dominants was never to give your back to them. It encouraged their animal instincts to chase him, but right about now Gunner didn’t care about living or dying. If Kirk and Clinton chased him down, he deserved it. He would do his best to keep his grizzly in check to give them a chance.
I’ve seen what you can do.
Lucia’s voice whispered through his mind. He shifted up and hit the accelerator, desperate to rid himself of the voices.
He knew what he could do too, and it was bad news for everyone.
Chapter Six
Hallie checked the time on her phone again.
He hadn’t showed.
She checked her email again, but there was nothing new there. It was half past eight, and she felt so stupid sitting here at a table by herself in a crowded bar with a plate of cookies. There was an older couple at a nearby table that kept looking over at her with pity in their eyes. She must’ve looked so pathetic. She’d been sitting here for half an hour, just sipping on a soda water and waiting for a stranger.
