Page 122 of Moonlight & Mayhem

Chris looked at Moon. “What did you see?” Moon hesitated. Chris hated hesitation—especially from someone who saw death before it happened. “Moon.”

“I got a better look at the cabin,” Moon said. Chris's stomach tightened. The clubhouse suddenly felt too warm. Christmas music was playing from somewhere near the kitchen. Someone had chosen “Jingle Bell Rock,” and Chris wanted to shoot the speaker.

Instead, she focused on Moon. “What about the cabin?” she asked. Her wolf stirred. Danger. Chris ignored her.

“It was old,” Moon said.

“Helpful,” Chris mumbled.

Moon frowned. “Chris.”

“Sorry.” She wasn't. She was nervous, and Chris didn't do nervous well.

Moon continued. “There was a symbol carved into the door.”

Chris went still. “What symbol?”

Moon watched her carefully. “Three claw marks through a crown.” Chris's mouth went dry.

No. No fucking way. Chrome stirred behind her, and she'd almost forgotten he was there.

“You know that symbol?” he asked Chris. She didn’t look at him, but Tempest did.

“Do you recognize it?” her Prez asked Chrome. His expression had changed. His smirk was gone, and she saw no more teasing in his eyes. The man standing behind Chris now wasn't the asshole who'd pulled mistletoe from the trash. He was Silverfang's Enforcer—dangerous, cold, and focused. And judging by the look on his face, he knew exactly what Moon was talking about.

Howler noticed too. “Chrome.”

Chrome's jaw tightened. “Where did you see it?” he asked Moon.

She frowned. “In the vision.”

“Where exactly was the symbol?” he asked.

“On the cabin door,” she said.

“No.” Chrome stepped forward. “Where were the mountains?” he asked.

“I don't know,” Moon insisted.

“What did they look like?” he asked.

“Mountains,” Moon said. Mayhem snorted, and Moon glared at him.

Chrome ignored them. “Was there a man in your vision?” he asked. Chris looked at him and Moon went very still. That seemed to be answer enough, and Chrome swore.

Tempest crossed her arms over her chest. “Somebody want to tell me what the fuck is happening?”

Chrome looked at Howler, and something passed between them. Chris didn't like it—not one bit. “You know something,” she said.

Chrome looked at her. “Maybe.”

“That isn't an answer,” Chris said.

“It wasn't meant to be,” Chrome said.

Her wolf growled, and Chris stepped closer. “You don't get to show up in my clubhouse, annoy the shit out of me, dig mistletoe out of my trash, and then start keeping secrets when those secrets involve me.”

Chrome's eyebrows lifted. “You noticed I annoy you?”