Micah’s POV
That night, after dropping her off at her dorm, I went back home and prepared help my family out with a job. The job was simple. All I had to do was shake someone down.
But the guy I was fighting was a strong opponent. He didn’t want to be taken back to my father who would kill him.
He nearly knocked me over, but I jumped back to my feet. I saw a chance, attacking the man and fighting back with every fiber of my being.
The man stumbled once. Then I aimed another punch at him. He stumbled again, finally hitting the ground. I didn’t come out unscathed. When I looked in the mirror later that night, I realized that I had a few cuts and bruises on my face.
Fuck.
My werewolf healing was good, but these punches that I took to the face were pretty strong, so there was no getting
