The Wayward Sons and the Wichita Werewolf (The Wayward Sons #1)

by A. Winchester

But Ryder Collins? He was my everything and had been for years. He was my ride-or-die—pun

We were headed straight for death anyway. We might as well enjoy the ride with sugar, carbs, and dangerous road head. There were worse fucking ways to go.

He was sunshine and a breath of fresh air in a world mucked by chaos and darkness.

“You and me, we’re gettin’ lost in my happy place tonight. Fuck the rest of the world.”

“I’d rather burn the whole fuckin’ forest down with the goddamn tot squad in it than let you do that!”

There wasn’t a damn person on the planet Gray wouldn’t sacrifice if it meant saving me. Including himself.