Chapter 18

His world went silent. Then his hood was yanked off and someone pulled back his head, using his hair as a handle. His arms moved as fast as a snake on the attack. He grabbed at the figure above him, knocking him out of the way, giving Noah time to locate his footing. Once vertical, his body was on a mission—focus on the scumbag in front of him and causing him as much pain as possible. His fists flew, each blow never once missing its mark.

Noise once again penetrated Noah’s brain. Someone screamed. More than one someone, the sound far away. Voices echoed through his head, repeating the same words over and over, but Noah couldn’t make them out.

Noah’s assailant remained in his sight, fighting as well as he took. Noah didn’t hold back, his fists pummeling everything they came in contact with, saving any questions for later. His eyes pinpointed on the receiver of his pain.