Chapter 39. Trapped

Lowell

At least there was something good about being a half-werewolf. I heal faster. I just turned twenty though probably looked like I'm thirty. I surely felt like I'm forty when my body had taken a good beating in the underground cage fighting. My knuckles felt like I'd put them through a grinder, at least my face was healed because I still need to work to pay off my debt to the Russians.

After years of dealing with Mom's sickness, I was weeks away from clearing my debt with them. If my plan works. Lately, I was getting tired of juggling everything, and feels like I'm slipping away. Maybe it's a good thing.

Losing Mom had felt like a lifetime ago. I had been struggling since her MS started to turn for the worst. I was young, stupid, and desperate when I decided to go to a loan shark. But it was the only thing I could think of and I did manage to get