“The Quarterback Shoved My Little Sister — He Didn’t Know Her Brother Had Just Returned From a Black Ops Deployment”

Standard pack hierarchy. Threat level: moderate to civilians, minimal to me, maximum to my sister because they’ve already demonstrated willingness to engage.

“Just keep walking, Lily,” I whisper to myself, forcing my hands to stay on the wheel instead of reaching for the door handle. “Just get to the truck. Just get to me. Twenty more yards.”

She’s continue reading …