Tristan
"What the f*ck did you do to my sister?"
Kesh was ravenous and ready to force a shift on me. He didn't give a damn that I was driving a car or that it was currently carrying other passengers.
Nope. All he cared about was the fact that something had happened to Dylan, and he needed to make sure that she was okay.
We hadn't been driving as long as I would have liked for us to have to make a stop yet, but neither Kesh nor I would last much longer not knowing exactly what happened to Dylan.
When we had found the boy, he had been practically clawing at death's door. How he was able to stay conscious long enough to help Micah and Dylan drag his mangled body back to the cars was a miracle in and of itself.
The same could not be said for the other boy, but that was beside the point right now. I had seen the way that Dylan looked when we found this boy and when she saw what had been done to him.
