Page 81 of Moonlit Thrist


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When word gets out to Ifan and Konner, they will definitely make a pass.

And so will Wulf.He will have to.He fucking loves the fluids almost as much as he loves killing folks.

Theron looks up as I enter.

“You good?”

Nodding, I move over to the pool table and start ripping off the stained felt.Can’t have any visitors checking out our bloodstained rec gear.

“You could have laid me on the floor, y’all.”I am mildly annoyed at their relaxed attitude to the bloody pool table and even more pissed about all the delicious fluids the shotgun blast leaked out of me.“Betty Farmer has six fucking kids last time I counted.And it never crossed your mind that Mickey Farmer might come looking for his father?”

Artim is lolling in the corner sharpening his reindeer horn handledpuukko.

“Dude wouldn’t fucking dare.He’s as shrewd as he can hold together.Mickey knows the score.”

I’m distracted as I think about what went down while I lay behind the panels in the secret room.When the coven is disconnected from each other like that, it makes it harder for us to communicate.I believe it has something to do with being underground.

“What did you do with Jake?”

Jaecar answers when the others can’t be bothered.

“Drowning.It’s not as if we could drink his blood.”A few of the Riders sneer with disgust.The thought of being so intimate with a man makes our hackles rise.

“Threw his weapon next to the body so that it will look as if he tried to blow his brains out first.They’ll find the body near the shore closest to the clubhouse.We need to be able to deny he came here without raising suspicion about the proximity of the gun blast.”Rundas has our story straight.

Sticking my head out of the door, I stare at the moon to see what time it is.I have been using the moon as a clock for thousands of years.I have seen it rise and fall for countless seasons.I always count the seasons and not the seconds, because they last longer.

“Reckon I’ll ride out later to give my condolences to Mickey.No good for us to keep lurking here waiting for them to come to us again.”

Beckoning Rundas, I gesture for him to stand across from me at the pool table.On my signal, we bunch our hands into fists and bring them down hard in the middle of the wrecked table.

A sharp crack tells me the thick wood has splintered.

“One more should do it.”

Rundas is right.Second time, the table fractures.

“Fucking mess.Fucking unnecessary cleanup.We should have seen Jake Farmer coming from a mile away.”As club veep, Rundas feels free to say what’s on his mind.

Stomping on the jagged wood frame, I have to bite back my growl.

“That’s my bad.But let us not lose focus.Only one person fed on Linda when she came to hand the keys over to Luna and spent the night at her family’s house.And only one person followed her back to Winnipeg and fed on her some more until she died.”

“Yep,” Artim agrees.“Linda Farmer sure as shit didn’t leave here exsanguinated to the point of death, so he must have hunted her north.”

Breaking off one of the pool table legs, Theron snaps it in half again to vent his frustration and anger.“It is time we hunted the beast down!Who is going to respect our authority if we don’t draw the line?”

“I drew the line long ago, brother.But if we hadn’t held back long enough to listen to Tempest’s idea, we would have never had the recipe for alternate fluids.”I force my tone to sound optimistic.

The temperature in the clubhouse has almost reached boiling point.

We were all born to be men of action, warriors of war.It sets us on edge not to act on our fury.Artim begins to pace around the confined space, running his hand over the bar counter and knocking off random glasses and bottles that get in his way in a wanton act of destruction.

My only reaction to this is envy that he thought of doing it before me.

The fragile vessels roll and smash on the ground.We don’t care—it’s not as if the glass shards can hurt us.

“Once we have that sweet juice to drink, we have a shot at getting the inn back up and running again.We can get Landslide back on its feet.Invite more settlers to live here.Get them to breed.”Theron attempts to encourage the crew.