Huginn
My brother and I don’t remember our parents. They had been killed in a boating accident.
We had been with our grandparents on that day. We lost them at the age of one. We lived with our grandparents from that day forward. Who knew that life would be hell.
When we turned sixteen Zane and I ran away. We took a bus to the farthest place possible.
A barrier island. Both of us took a backpack and cash I had stolen. We walked around town and slept on benches and abandoned houses.
One of those houses was purchased by the President of an MC. When he found us he took us in and we prospected for them. We became fully patched members earning the right to ride with our Prez.
