Bound By The Biker's Pack Outlaw Alpha
The High Council territory begins on the asphalt.
Killian didn't answer him. He spun around and sprinted out of the ruined clinic, tearing through the mud of the alleyway until he hit the open field leading to the massive, twenty foot steel perimeter fence. The rain was coming down in blinding, horizontal sheets, tearing the leaves from the trees and turning the ground into a swamp.
He stopped fifty yards from the iron wall, his flashlights sweeping the top of the grid.
High up on the razor wire, a thin, tattered grey linen tunic caught on the steel barbs. A single, bloody handprint was smeared across the silver mesh, rapidly washing away under the torrential downpour. But the space beyond t