Jaylon

*He doesn't stop running until he's several blocks away, chest heaving. He leans against a cold brick wall, pressing a hand to his bleeding neck. The initial shock is fading, replaced by a cold, searing rage. That little...* He pulls out his phone, his hand shaking. *His fingers fly across the screen, sending a message to his inner circle.* Meet me. Now. The mutt's back, and she's got a death wish.

*I’m half way through the pavement I’m walking down and said to myself* a death wish huh*I muttered to myself*

*He pushes himself off the wall, his breathing ragged. He glances at the blood on his hand with disgust. A moment later, two of his friends from the soccer team jog up, their expressions concerned.* Jay? What happened? *He glares at them.* I don't pay you to ask questions. *He points down the street.* Find out where she's staying. I want to know everything.