Chapter 17

Claim 

Chapter 17 

Zara 

For me, home isn’t soft. It’s loud, rough-edged, full of men who take up space without apology and speak without filtering anything. It’s also honest in a way that the Night Howlers never were for me, and as Mayhem and I walk into the Grinning Skulls clubhouse – the scent of whiskey, leather, and wood settling around me like something known – I feel the difference immediately. 

“Well, well, well. Look who finally remembered where the hell she belongs.” 

The voice comes from my left, deep and familiar, and I don’t even have to look to know who it 

“Nice to see you too, Brick,” I call over to him, as Mayhem helps me out of my coat.