RUNNING WITH WOLVES

Grant and Ethan Harris; father and son respectively. Ethan idolized his father and Grant had been an excellent dad. The two of them were best of friends and not just father and son. Grant brought his son over into the Pack life by biting him while he was young. He trained him. Taught him everything and involved him fully in Pack life but Grant was also a Elder Patched member of the Road Wolves Outlaw Motorcycle Club under the Alpha; Gerald Hardy. Grant wanted his son involved and after a vote with the Pack; Ethan became a prospect at the age of sixteen. Ethan ate shit all prospects had to go through. He worked at the construction company that Recker; another Patched member owned. He paid his dues and by the time he turned seventeen he became a Patched member.

Life was perfect. Money was flowing into the Club and the Pack and the boys and girls were very happy. But all good things must come to an end. When Ethan was twenty-three; Gerald Hardy asked Grant and Ethan as well as a half dozen of the other boys to head down to Arizona and pick up a shipment of the M4's and MP5s and bring them back to their warehouse before they would find a buyer for the weapons. The initial run had been perfect. They picked up the shipment and got into their transport truck and then had a loose tail on it back to Colorado. There's this stretch of highway that goes on for miles. Plenty of ambush zones. The attack came swiftly. A dozen men all wearing masks. The gun battle wasn't a long one but it drove Grant and Ethan away. The rest of the brothers had been gunned down and the truck and the weapons were stolen.

Instead of reporting this back to Gerald. Grant and his son went on the hunt. They tracked the hijackers down. The battle was one for the books. The two of them got the truck and guns out of there but there was a couple of bullet holes in the side of the truck. A state trooper saw them and pulled them over. When back up arrived the two of them were brought out of the truck and placed in handcuffs. Handguns taken from them and their rights were read. The state troopers called in a search dog but the hijackers showed up. They shot and killed one of the troopers and wounded the others. They stole the truck but not before uncuffing Grant and Ethan and tossing the murder weapon into Grant's hand. More state troopers and county sheriffs showed up. The two didn't stand a chance. They were arrested and charged.

Grant took the blame hoping to save his son. The judge though threw the book at the two; Ethan was given ten years while Grant was given twenty-five years. Now Ethan turned thirty-four and being released from prison. He promised his father he would do everything in his power to get him out. He headed back to Denver. Back to the Club. To his Pack.