Logan
"Get the f**k off of her!" I shouted as I saw Libby standing over Harley in a dominating pose.
I was supposed to be in charge of the midnight run tonight, giving Archer time to help Harley through the transition. But we were shocked to discover someone had poisoned the creek and many of our members had sadly passed away, leaving lots of friends and family members still violently ill.
Archer had been stuck miles away on the other side of the territory. He was coming back as fast as he could but he contacted me because he felt there was something wrong with Harley. Neither of us had expected the change to happen so early in the night.
Libby spun round staggering back a few steps, dropping the bloodied knife to the floor. "Logan, I.." She stuttered as if she hadn't expected me to sh
