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The rest of the evening was uneventful.Tremor kept his distance.Prez watched us closely.The winged brunette glared at me more times than I could count.
And through all of it, he kept his promise.I stayed within a foot of him, and his hand found the place at the small of my back that calmed every nerve.He was always right there, no matter what.
When we finally slipped out, we headed down the hallway to his room.The door closed and the silence was perfect.He took my face in both hands and kissed me like I was the only person in the world.We worked on undressing each other, and he slid the hoodie off with a care that felt so gentle given everything else he could do with those hands.
He lifted me, and I went willingly.We made it to the bed that felt like home.
“Mine,” he murmured, and I said it back because it was the truth.
Later, I lay with my ear over his heartbeat and felt peace.My body was sore in beautiful ways.My head surprised me by being clear.
I wanted the truth about Tyler.I wanted justice.Those wants hadn’t cooled.They were still there, but now there was also Werewolf.My want for him was just as strong.
“You awake?”I asked.
He shifted under me.“Yeah.”
“You think the ugly part is coming?”
“Which ugly part?”
“Tyler,” I said, the truth finally out loud.
He smoothed my hair back and kissed my forehead like that could keep anything away.“As long as I can keep you safe when it happens.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes, babe.I just hope it doesn’t kill us both.”
I held on to him a little tighter.He didn’t ask why.He pulled me closer and anchored me with an arm across my spine that felt like a promise.
I knew what the answer to the ugly part was: Tremor.
I just needed to hear it out loud.I needed him to pay for it.
It was going to happen soon because I just wanted this to be over.I wanted to move past this and just let it be Werewolf and me.
And after that happened, life would be good.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Werewolf
Halloween had always been the club’s excuse to throw the biggest party of the year.Usually, I liked the noise.The fire.The chaos.
Tonight, it just felt like a distraction from everything we didn’t want to say out loud.
The parking lot was already full by the time Demi and I pulled in.Bikes lined shoulder to shoulder, and there were orange bulbs strung across the clubhouse roof.Someone had dragged out two barrels for the bonfire, and smoke rolled over the crowd like fog.
Demi climbed off the bike, tugged her jacket tighter against the chill, and stared at the clubhouse doors.“There sure are a lot of people here,” she said quietly.
“Always is, babe.”
Inside, the music was loud.Everyone had dressed up with cheap masks, face paint, devil horns, and everything in between, but it was just more hiding.You could see the truth under it if you looked long enough.
Coup was at the bar chugging a beer, and Mac stood near the door with his arms crossed, scanning the room the way he always did when there was a party.Tremor was at the pool table, cue in hand with a grin sharp enough to cut.
He looked at Demi first, then at me.“Hell, look who showed up,” he said.His voice carried just enough to draw attention.“Didn’t think you’d make it, brother.”
