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“Anywhere that isn’t here.”The Sons were my past, and Demi was my future.
We climbed onto the bike.I kicked the engine alive and rolled out through the gate for the last time.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Demi
We hadn’t slept.
Neither of us had even tried.
I had my truth known, and Werewolf had his freedom.
Now all we had was each other.
Werewolf’s bike sat parked outside the old gas station at the edge of town.He leaned against the pump with his arms crossed, head tipped back toward the sky like he was trying to remember how to breathe.His cut was gone—just a plain black hoodie now.
I stood beside him, holding a paper cup of coffee from the station’s machine.It tasted like burnt dirt, but it was hot, and that let me know I wasn’t completely numb.
“You sure you want to go there?”he asked.
“I have to,” I said.I glanced up at him.“You don’t.”
He looked at me then, tired but steady.“I do.”
We made the ten-minute drive through town.
The cemetery sat at the edge of the woods behind a row of crooked iron fencing.The morning fog still clung low to the ground and curled around the stones.
I found Tyler’s grave halfway down the row.The grass was wet, and the soil still new enough to squish under my boots.
For a long minute, I couldn’t say anything.The silence felt too thick.
Werewolf stood a few feet behind me and let me have the space.His presence was a quiet weight that was solid and safe.
I kneeled in front of the tombstone and wiped the dew from the engraved letters.
“I got him, Tyler,” I whispered.“It’s done.”
The wind moved through the trees with a low hum like an answer.
I swallowed hard.“You were right.About everything.The club, the shipments, the rot underneath it all.They said you were a rat, but you were just trying to tell the truth.”My voice broke.“You were just doing what was right.It’s okay.”
I felt Werewolf come closer.His hand brushed my shoulder, warm and heavy.
“They’ll never say your name again,” I said.“Not in that clubhouse.Not like before.But I will.I’ll remember.”
Werewolf’s voice was low.“He was a good man.”
“He was my brother,” I said.“And they took him from me.”
He crouched beside me and looked at the grave.“You got justice for him, Demi.”
“Do we call it that?”
He hesitated.“It’s as close as you’ll get.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.“What happens now?”
