They call him the Wolf. His club, his brothers, and even my best friend Callie. I didn't really care what they called him, not when the only name I had ever called him was, coward. Because three months ago he snuck under my resilient heart, like the thief he is, and stole it. Then he broke it. Going home wasn't an option, not when I promised Callie I'd stay. She swore I'd eventually feel like I belonged...