Mykel

Hi there… Hmmm, no, that doesn’t work. Hey… Not quite. Howdy… Good lord, what am I? A cowboy? ’Sup? Yeesh. Whatever. Let me just get right into it. I’m Waverly. There, that wasn’t so hard. I’m not going to blabber on about how strong and fierce I am, or proceed to tell you how broken or damaged I’ve become. No, I’m just going to tell you that I’m me. Just me. Waverly. I am all of those things, but I’m also so much more. I’m helping a club—a club that needs me to bring peace back into its world. If you had asked me if I’d be working for a biker club six months ago, I would have simply laughed in your face. I mean, a biker club? Come on. Yet here I am, doing the unthinkable. Penetrating the deepest, darkest parts of that world, pretending to be something I’m not. I’ve got this, though. That is one thing about me you should know—I won’t let them down. I won’t crack under the pressure. I won’t break, no matter how much horror I see. There are lives at stake; there are people who need me. Not a single thing will distract me from the mission I’m on. At least, that was what I first thought. Until I didn’t. Now I’m tangled up in a world I can’t even begin to understand. Now I’m dealing with feelings that are foreign to me. Feelings for a monster. Feelings for an angel. This is a literal battle between good and evil, and I'm living it. Who are these men, you ask?You’re just going to have to start from the beginning.