Ethan's POV
Ethan Sterling heard the motorbike crash from two miles away.
He was sitting by his campfire, eating a can of cold beans and trying to forget his past, when the sound of screeching metal and breaking glass cut through the night air like a scream.
Someone was in trouble.
Ethan jumped up and ran toward his old pickup truck. He'd been living alone in the woods for three years now, ever since he'd walked away from the Sterling pack in disgust. But even though he hated his cousin Kai and everything the pack stood for, Ethan couldn't ignore someone who might be dying.
His truck bounced over the rough forest roads as he followed the sound. When he reached the main highway, he saw the black skid marks and the broken pieces of motorcycle scattered across the asphalt.
But no rider.
Ethan parked and grabbed his flashlight. The smell of gasoline and motor oil was heavy in the air, but underneath it was something else. Blood. And fear.
