I am the president of the Wolf Mc. We are werewolves. My road name is Beast. No woman will want me because of the scar on my face. I was excited to be going to my friend's brothers MC. We had planned on me arriving today.
I am headed to Wolf MC in Arizona. I was making good time until something went wrong with my bike. I did not know it but I was about 10 miles from the clubhouse when I had to pull over. As I was checking my bike out I heard the rumble of motorcycles coming down the road. I thought good it must be Tammy's brother's members. As I stood up the bikes stopped. I looked at the patches and knew this was not The Wolf MC. The president said leaning on his bike.
Boys this is our lucky day. I started to back away and knew I was in trouble. I started to run but didn't get far when my hair was grabbed. I fought as hard as I could. I was slammed to the ground. I kicked, scratched, and bit them trying to get away. I was punched in the face and kicked in my sides. Then I felt
