Chapter Three ~ The Aftermath (Scarlet Moon)

Mr. Taplin narrowed his eyes at him. “Son, I know what a wolf looks like. I didn’t survive ‘Nam, two divorces, and a lightning strike in eighty-four just to get gaslit by a fella half my age.”

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Vincent killed the engine on his Harley. The throttle’s deep growl faded into the heavy silence of the night. He flipped the kickstand down, swung his leg over, and dismounted with a huff.

Rolling his shoulders, he attempted to loosen the tension in his muscles. The ride left him uneasy, a feeling that was intensified by the looming…