Las Vegas, August 2037,
Two days after the destruction of Las Vegas PIC.
Riley stood on the tarmac, rage coursing through her veins. Every time she looked at her Uncle it was the same. Though two years had passed she still shelved the blame on Happy for what happened to her pack. Unfair, maybe, but it was how she felt. The handful of rebels that still wanted to continue on with Happy, were silently boarding the plane. She on the other hand was recalling all the reasons why she did not want to go to London and join Jade Jameson.
The same fear and desperation took control of her body and she spiraled down into memory. Running through the woods, the wind whipping through her pelt. Her family screaming in her head for her to stay away, to run. Pain lanced through her and she skidded to a stop ending up in the bramble of a turpentine bush. She lay there slowly dying from the true loss of family. Everyone was dead or dying. She could feel them, each one ripping out another part of her soul.
Happy found her hours later, curled into a ball waiting for death to take her. That was when the first surge of true anger hit her. It consumed every part of her dying soul.
“Where were you? Where were you when we needed you?”
“I came as quickly as I could Riley. I felt them and I came as quickly as I could.” Sorrow and torment etched his features.
“Where were you? What was so important that you were not where you needed to be?”
“I was in Vegas, still trying to find Jade. I’m sorry.”
“Jade?”
“Jade Jameson.”
“She was more important than your pack, your family?” Hatred burned her. She would never forgive him for this. She would never forgive either of them. Jade Jameson and her Uncle both could burn in the deepest level of Hades for all she cared.
Riley looked up at her uncle, the plane in the back ground waiting for the last two passengers. In a sudden fit of defiance and clarity she threw her bags to the ground. Her uncle raised a brow.
“What are you doing Riley? Get on the plane.”
“No, I’m not going to London. I’m staying.”
“Don’t be a child. Get on the plane. Don’t make me force you.”
“Go to Hell.” With that she shifted. Her muscles and skin stretched and her bones popped. She heard her Uncle’s growl behind her, trying to cow her into submission. Not this time. She shot down the runway as fast as she could go. And she didn’t look back.