43. Declan

Howen’s lost his mind. There’s no other way to describe it. He’s gone and shot at us all Attacked his own so-called allies at the same time. I’ve definitely been hit about ten times, breathing inwards is fucking agony. how he's missed my head I dont know but all down one side of my body is peppered with pinpoint pain.

Hearing that shrill little bitch encouraging him is a bitter pill to swallow. How easily her words encourage him to fire upon the men he has known since a teen.

We had been fighting. Man to man, scrapping and punching, refusing to yield. I knew Reu had my back. That pistol kept back the meatheads like Fabian who might try to sneak a low blow. It was impossible to see who was betraying who in the dimly lit corridor. A melee of fists, punches and snarling as some brown wolves appeared out of nowhere.

My jaw took a pounding from Howen’s huge fists. All the lessons Reu and I gave Howen out in the woods over the years. Tactics he was now using against me. He had a crazed ene