Ivan
"He knows we're looking for him," Vince grunted, attacking me, but I ducked, avoiding a punch. "Or he's a wanderer."
"That probably eliminates a pack being involved," I struck, hitting Vince's side, making him groan in pain. "I didn't hit you hard. Come on!"
We hadn't done this in weeks. With all the chaos, there was no time, and let's be honest, we'd got more than enough life-or-death experience in that time. That didn't mean I wanted to waste the lull when we could get stronger. I don't know what my enemies are doing, but I can't imagine they're wasting time. Jushion hadn't killed anyone since we left Denver, but that didn't mean he wasn't doing something else.
We hadn't seen the last of him, but I swear I could feel his anger.
