belly. Sister, I’m going to spoil you for that fucking piece of shit gray bastard,” Dolan said and then he changed right before my eyes. His face and neck sprouted course black hair, his hands became paws and his claws scratched at me. Then I heard his blue jeans tear. I looked down and screamed. Dolan laughed. “Don’t worry, it’ll fit one way or another,” he warned in a gruff voice.
I saw the light before I heard the rumble. Dolan saw it too but too late to react. A motorcycle approached and it was moving fast. A moment later, Dolan was ripped from his feet and he went flying as Yeager slid sideways to a stop. “Get on!” he yelled at me. I didn’t hesitate for even a moment. I ran and straddled his bike, squeezed him tight and off we rode, spraying Dolan with gravel and dirt. He roared as his gang chased after but they were too slow for Yeager’s powerful chopper and within moments, we had left them behind. That’s when things went dark.
~~O~~
I woke up in a cabin, if you could call it that. Maybe a shack was more accurate. Sunlight filtered through the wooden planks that were the walls, an old pot belly stove stood in the corner and Yeager sat in an old rocking chair in the corner. “Where are we?” I asked him as I sat up from the musty cot I was laying on. I remembered the previous night suddenly and looked down expecting to find myself topless but I was wearing a hoodie emblazoned with the Indian Motorcycle logo.
“An old hunting cabin. I found it while out for a run last time I was here. It hasn’t been used since the fall at least but it’s got some stores that are edible...I think,” Yeager told me.
“Jimmy?” I asked wondering what had become of my escort. Yeager shook his head.
“If you mean the deputy, he’s dead,” Yeager told me. I guess I already knew that. His poor mom and dad. Jimmy was always nice and everyone liked him. I couldn’t help but feel responsible but that was the least of my problems.
“What about, Edie?” I wondered. She was all by herself and I was afraid Dolan would go after her.
“I don’t think they’re after your friend. They want you,” he said.
“Why?” I asked. I think I knew that too but I needed to hear it.
“It’s complicated. Basically, Dolan knows who you are to me and he wants to use you to get back at me,” he explained. I guess it didn’t matter. That was enough. I didn’t need the details.
“By the way, I believe you now. I’m not sure I understand it but I believe you. Those wolves were Dolan’s gang, weren’t they?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Yeager told me.
“What about you, do you have a gang?” I wondered. I was in a bit of shock, a bit numb to what was happening to me.
“No, not like that. I have friends, allies. I’ll explain everything but not now. You need some time. This goes deeper than you think,” he told me. I wanted to know what he had to say but I also knew he was right. I couldn’t handle much more at the moment. In fact, I broke down and began to cry as it all hit me. Yeager came and sat next to me on the cot. He put his arm around me pulling me close. “Let it out, Cassie. You’re safe now. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said as I buried my face in his chest and sobbed.
After a few moments, I got a hold of myself. “What are we going to do?” I asked. Whatever I felt about Yeager and his story, I was bound to him now. I couldn’t go home and I needed his help to survive.
“We’ll stay here until I figure out what to do. I’d love to tell you that on Sunday Dolan and his gang will just leave with the rest of them, but I doubt it. We’re going to have to deal with him sooner or later,” Yeager told me.
“Can we go to the Sheriff?” I asked.
“We could but we’d have to go back to town and there’s no guarantee he’d be able to do anything. You saw what happened to that Deputy,” he told
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