“Charles Dylan Keane.” The sweet, familiar roar of my best friend boomed across the camp, bringing a tiny smile to my lips and chasing away the gnawing ache in my gut. “Where the fuck have you been?” My lips quirked up into a proper grin as I saw Hunter stomping over from the motel, fury twisting his face and making his snarl even more pronounced. The moment he reached me, he yanked me off my feet in a painfully hard hug.
