Chapter 17: A Rematch Made in Vengeance
Arriving in Fort Third quicker than expected, Zamson pulled up into a vacant parking bay and drove to the top level, where Logan lingered near his motorcycle Fenrir. The Lobos Gang gathered all around him. A few gang members lurked the perimeter in their intimidating wulvyn forms.
Next to Logan, sitting on the cleanest silver racer that Zamson had ever graced eyes on was Zane Creed, known in the streets as Locjaw. The brown skin man with a wicked set of jaw tattoos was smaller than Zamson with little muscle mass. That didn't make Locjaw weak, as he was Lobos' strongest wulvyn leader to date.
What stood out the most was that car. Zamson had to make sure he knew what he saw when he parked Pandemona near Logan and calmly got out of his vehicle to study Locjaw's impressive ride. Ignoring the onlookers of Lobos who watched Zamson like they wanted to jump him and Logan both.
An idiot move if Locjaw allowed it.