The Outcast Is Actually The Boss

Summary

The town I grew up in had the best water, the freshest air, and the most jagged mountain views you could imagine. The only problem was the people.

In my village, "conflict resolution" was a fancy term for a fistfight. Logic was a luxury; power was the only currency. If you had a problem, you threw hands until the problem went away. By eighteen, I wasn't just a participant—I was the undisputed heavy-weight champion of a town full of brawlers.

The day my final exams ended, I had a score to settle with the local heartthrob behind the old creek.