Page 50 of Claimed By Werewolf
“Wouldn’t miss it,” I said.
His smile didn’t reach his eyes.“Good.Be a shame to celebrate without family.”
That word, family, used to mean something.Tonight, it sounded like a threat.
Demi moved closer, and her arm brushed mine.Her voice was steady when she said, “I know what you did, Tremor.Everyone does.”
You could’ve heard a pin drop.
Okay, looked like we were doing this shit right now.
He set the cue down, slow and deliberate.“You got a big mouth for someone who doesn’t wear a patch.”
“She’s got more backbone than half this room,” I said.I would always have Demi’s back over anyone in this room.
Mac shifted his weight, just enough to let me know he was watching, not stopping.Prez sat at his usual table, silent, unreadable.No one around us said a word.
Tremor chuckled once, like he enjoyed the attention.“You’ve been running your mouth a lot lately too, Wolf.People are starting to wonder if you forgot where your loyalty lies.”
“I remember exactly where it lies,” I said.“It’s just not with you.”
He took a step forward.“Careful.”
“Or what?”I asked.“You gonna handle me the same way you handled Tyler?”
A murmur rolled through the room.Someone’s drink hit the floor.Tremor froze for half a second, then smiled that same slow, dangerous smile.“Watch it.”
“I’m done watching,” I said.
Prez called first.“Enough.Not here.”His voice was calm but sharp enough to slice through the noise.“Church at midnight if you’re gonna swing your dicks around.”
The room eased, but only on the surface.Tremor backed up a step, and his eyes never left mine.“Church it is then,” he said and walked off toward the back.
The second he was gone, Coup muttered, “This is bad.”
No fucking kidding.
I walked to the bar, poured a shot I didn’t want, and tossed it back just for the burn.The liquor didn’t help.It never did.
Demi stayed by my side and watched everyone with a bit of fear in her eyes.“They all knew, didn’t they?”
“Yeah,” I said.“They just didn’t care enough to say it.”I had cared, but I hadn’t been man enough to stop it.Now I was, and I was going to make sure it never happened again.
“And now?”
“Now they’re waiting to see who bleeds first.”
She leaned in close enough that I could smell the faint sweetness of her hair.“You don’t have to fight him.We can just leave.”
“Yes, I do.”This had to end.Tremor was going to know exactly how I felt about him taking Tyler’s innocent life.
Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t argue.“Then make it count.”
I threaded my fingers through hers and led her outside.
Outside, the huge fire cracked and sent sparks into the night sky.The laughter was louder out here with people dancing, drinking, and pretending the world wasn’t about to shift under their boots.
Tremor stood near the flames next to a small group of patched brothers.Every so often, one of them glanced at me.I didn’t look away.
