RUNNING WITH WOLVES

Sean was a good kid. He ran at his dads ankle most of his life right along with some of the other kids that were related to the pack. He grew up quick and tall wanting more then anything to run in his old mans foot prints. He got a job while in school and soon had an old beater Harley he ran around town on trying to get his license so he could be ready when it was time. His pops made the offer the day after he graduated. Bite or no? He nodded and the rest was history as they say. The pain was crippling and kicked his ass for days before he finally changed enough times were the breaking and cracking of his bones and his body didn't hurt so bad anymore. His father said he couldn't join the MC until he did a stint in the arms forces so he went all out into the Marine Corp. Top of his class in sniper school he was given the award right out of boot camp. He did some of his training out in Oceanside before he was shipped off to Germany to help guard Terrorists at the jails. In a skirmish he was injured, stabbed in the knee by a shank made of glass. The tendons were slit and he was sent home on one of those " Million Dollar Wound " retirement plans. After spending time in rehab for his knee he came home to Colorado.. to join the pack.. and the club his dad had run with all those years back. As a prospect he wasn't allowed to do much.. but the more he learned.. the more he tried to gain the full patch work of his kutte.