Riding with the Pack

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t stop I’d seen was at least fifty miles back. It was dark in the New Mexico desert, and it was beginning t

twenty-one years, I’d never heard of a stranger town name

ame on. “Crap.” Then the car slowed despite my foot on the gas pedal. “Well, screw you, too,” I sneered as I guided the car over t

ng, but the car was dead. I flipped on the flashing emerge

ng my leather jacket on over my tank top. As I lifted the hood, I jumped at the sound of a how

er people.” But another round of howls sent shive

he car would have to be towed to a garage. But how the hell I would pay for repairs was beyo

truck but groaned when I couldn’t get an internet signa

s” icon on the phone screen, but

s,” I remembered. “

g out again,

u sleep in the car and start hoofing it in the morning.” I slid my hand into the back pocket of my

at bay, I climbed back into the car and sat

y

ur cargo safely stored away. A successful gun run was as good a cause for celebration as any. Most of my brothers

g down two douchey-looking college guys. Curvaceous and covered in tattoos, she was as gorgeous and imposing as ever. She caught my eye for a sec before I l

Blayze standing by the office door of the garage. He lit a cigarette and coolly took a drag, waving a little “howdy” to Bonnie. She

told him. “Got an e

on the cargo,” he said. “Then I nee

the numbers. The Howlers made a modest living off the ga

re,” I resp

d out eastward on the highway, the howls of my bro

off to my old farmhouse when I saw a car with fl

ver to be some middle-aged guy, but to my pleasant surprise, out stepped a slender, smoking hot girl. She wore her thick br

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front of me, and its driver hopped off. The motorcyclist was wearing a leather ves

right away what the patch meant. The guy

he took it off, I saw he was young and extremely good-looking. Tan with dark

asked, looking

aid. “I think it’

ar is she?” he asked

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Gnaw Bone, just up the way. I can give

mechanic

Whaddy

his big, calloused hands. The grease under

said, “but I don’t know

get your car towed on the house. And the ride’s no pr

ng. But then I betrayed myself when the howling off

nd. “Let me at least give you a ride into town

witchblade back into my pocket before

Har

bike. He swung a leg over to straddle it and ge

ith a sly smile. “I