Wolf.e
Wolf.e
Always ride faster than your angel can fly. -Gabriel Wolfe
As president of the Hounds of Hell motorcycle club, my life has been infused with darkness and trauma since the day I was born. Chaos is my birthright. I crave it to feel stable. Secure. Whole.
The only people I care about are the ones who don my cut. Women are just a tool. Never to covet, only to use, each face blending into the next. The formula I live by is simple. Death is always at my door. I am a soldier of bedlam.
Until a little hummingbird flies into my crosshairs, and I’m forced to feel something I haven’t felt for as long as I can remember… alive. Let the hunt begin.
As president of the Hounds of Hell motorcycle club, my life has been infused with darkness and trauma since the day I was born. Chaos is my birthright. I crave it to feel stable. Secure. Whole.
The only people I care about are the ones who don my cut. Women are just a tool. Never to covet, only to use, each face blending into the next. The formula I live by is simple. Death is always at my door. I am a soldier of bedlam.
Until a little hummingbird flies into my crosshairs, and I’m forced to feel something I haven’t felt for as long as I can remember… alive. Let the hunt begin.
Comments
Sign in, so you can add a comment.
No comments yet. Be the first!