Noah Wilder would be the last name you put to the face of the man that stood nearly six feet tall, all muscle, with teal eyes that could cut right through you when he wanted answers. No, Noah would definitely not be the first name you thought of. Named after his gentle grandfather his mother had thought to raise him to be brought up in the same manner, but that dream was short lived by the time the boy she knew turned seventeen. There were continuous phone calls from the school asking for her to come and get her troubled child so that the learning atmosphere would not be riled up. Every time she saw him it was a new story but they all had something to do with his name. She knew that there was more to it than that but when she tried to press him to talk about it all she got was the cold shoulder. His father played a part in it that was certain. She had married far to young to even know what she was getting herself into at the time. A year and a half later she gave birth to her beautiful son. With little money and little hopes of a future he walked out on them to find something more. Heartbroken and alone she made a promise that she would do everything she could for her son to have a better life.
She had kept her promise but he had kept a secret. He had got a good life but that good life had harbored a mean streak that he could not shadow if only from his mother. He knew it would only bring her shame.
