Chapter 14: Wolfe

Exhaustion hits me as I make my way to the harem, to Skye. She's been in my city for four days now. Enough time to calm down. Enough time to contemplate her new reality and reconcile herself to the inevitable.

I run a hand over my face and beard, then slap a cheek, trying to wake myself up. Skye is a sharp woman, always coming at me with something, so I need to be alert to handle her. Which is hard to do when this fucking city is sucking everything out of me.

There's a reason I never wanted to be Warlord. I could've had my pick of cities. When I left Tucson, I toyed with the idea of going back to Tijuana, taking out the Warlord there and creating a viable Sanctuary out of my birthplace. Ultimately though, I dropped the idea. I didn't want the responsibility and I sure as fuck didn't give enough of a shit about people that I'd ever prioritize their health or the health of a city. There's a big difference between being able to do something and wanting to do the thing.