Shattered Restraint

It was nearly 11 p.m. when Kaelen stepped out into the cold night air, the scent of blood and whiskey still clinging to his skin like a second shadow.

Roth had gone back inside, muttering something about another drink.

Outside, the city had quieted.

But Kaelen hadn’t.

The black vehicle waited by the curb, sleek and silent under the streetlamp’s pale glow.

Silas was already standing by the doo