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As Menace drove, I pulled out my cell phone and couldn’t resist looking at the cameras from the clubhouse. I scrolled through the time blocks and didn’t see Nera once. Either she stayed in her room the whole night or she managed to sneak out. None of my door alarms had gone off, though, which told me not one person even left the clubhouse at all.
It was a quick ride back to the compound, and as soon as Menace parked the Humvee, I hopped on my bike and zoomed off down the compound’s winding road toward my house for a much-needed shower and coffee. Once that was done, I anxiously headed to the clubhouse. As soon as I entered, I sought out Nera, but I didn’t have to look far. She had apparently made herself right at home, sitting in the loungers, chatting with two prospects. I was honestly surprised she didn’t have the tequila bottle with her.
The three young prospects stiffened up when they saw me. Two males, and a female, stood.
“Psycho,” Metal greeted me. The guy was a genius with chrome and all things motorcycle and had chosen his own road name.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Hi, Psycho,” Nera said. “I stayed.”
“Yes, you did. But today, we’re going to have church and you’re going to give your story to all the Wolves.”
She sucked in the side of her bottom lip. “Do I have to?”
The three prospects looked from me to her as if they were watching a ping-pong match.
“Yes,” I said as I continued to walk toward the stairs that would take me to my office.
She didn’t protest, but I didn’t look back. Instead, coffee cup in hand, I headed up the stairs to my attic office. After unlocking the door with a key, I opened the windows to let cool morning air in.
Someone had deposited mail under my door and I bent down to pick it up. Most of it was junk, but one caught my attention because it was addressed to my legal name. Most of the mail at the P.O. box we had in town was addressed to Dualistic, Inc.
Sheppard Madden
LaPlace, LA 70068
No return address.
Huh. I wondered how it got to our P.O. box without an actual address. The post office had my legal name on file, and it was a small office, so they must have done their due diligence and figured it out.
I rifled through my desk drawer for a letter opener, and as I was about to open it, I heard, “Busy?”
I looked up to see Nera standing there, leaning against the doorjamb.
I should have closed my door.
“Come in,” I said, gesturing to a chair in front of my desk.
She did and sat, and then just stared at me.
“What did you need?” I asked, feeling grouchy because my coffee hadn’t kicked in yet.
“Did you have a nice… turn?” she asked.
I raised my eyebrows. “Turns are never nice.” That was sort of a lie. I loved running free as the wolf. It was the painful transformation and waking up with dead rodents around me that I didn’t particularly care for, but had grown used to.
“I can imagine. So… why are we going to church on a Thursday?” she asked.
I bit back a smile. “Church is code for meeting. We hold church in the brewery.”
“How appropriate,” she quipped. “Take communion there as well?”
This girl…
“I can see you are on one today,” I replied. “You are nervous about church?”
She lifted a shoulder. “I just don’t see why I have to spill my entire story to your whole club.”
