The Wild Hunt

Part 11 Trouble in Paradise

A few days passed without incident. There were no fights among the pack members, the bar ran smoothly, the sheriff never paid us an unfriendly visit, and thankfully there was no further trouble from Lucian.

Mutt had limped for the first day after the shooting, but was back to normal quickly, though the Monkshood did leave a nasty scar. The story that Michael had told us still lingered in my thoughts, I had never been religious, honestly I saw people that were, in the same was that I saw children that believed in Santa Claws, but with children it was innocent and sweet. When it was adults, it made them seem gullible. But I was a werewolf, a year ago, if you had told me you believed in werewolves I would have laughed. Now I live in a world were silver burns like fire and can be healed with a purple flower, where the wolf form was used to bring justice for a girl who had lost her brother and begged for help from a God. Who was I to say what was real or not.

One quiet night in the bar, one of the locals Kelly called Buck, though I'm not sure why, as far as I knew his name was John, or David. Buck called me over, I was expecting him to ask for a Bud light, instead he said.

"Have you guys taken on any new members lately?" I told him about Bonnie finding her way into the club, though I said her father was a former member rather than tell him the whole truth. He seemed a little disapointed by my answer.

"There's been a few guys hanging around town the last couple days, bikers like your lot, something about them, seems off, they don't wear your patch but there are five or six of them, real mean looking. They have been giving the girls at Mary's a little trouble. I had hoped if they were with your club you could have a word." what he said bothered me, Mary's was a sanctuary, basically Holy ground, not just for the club but for the rest of the town too.

He described them to me, four guys and a woman, "sometimes there is another guy but it was mainly those five." When he told me what the extra guy looked like I cursed.

"Shit!"

Lucian, I thought to myself, I had guessed that he wasn't going to just go away but there was a part of me that was hoping. I turned to the back of the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, not the most expensive stuff we had in stock but not the cheep piss ether. Grabbed a glass from under the bar and placed it in front of him.

"I'm gonna ask you not to repeat this to the sheriff, and not to ask me why, then I'm gonna leave this bottle here and add it to my tab, we have a deal?"

Buck winked at me, tipped his lightly stained trucker hat, and began pouring himself a generous double. I smiled gratefully at him, then headed to tell Michael what I had learned.

Michaels response was similar to mine, obviously we both knew he wasn't done, why shoot Mutt otherwise. I told him I had asked Buck to keep it quiet for now, he looked town to the end of the bar were Buck was usualy perched, and saw I'm sipping the whiskey I had left him.

"That information wasn't cheep that's a sixty dollar bottle." he said laughing.

When it was time to close, I found Buck asleep on the end of the bar. I picked him up and put him in the rear seat of his truck and took his keys. Kelly gave me his address and I drove him home. He lived in the middle of the residential area of town. It was a nice house with a well-kept lawn and garage on the side, there was a fob on his keys. I used it then backed his truck in. once inside I noticed that Buck was in the middle of restoring and old Triumph Bonneville. It was in great condition too, i'd have to ask him about it the next time he was at the bar. I took him out of the truck and into the house. When I opened the connecting door a large Dobermann began to bark at me I took a few steps in ignoring it, but it kept putting its self in my path. It was a good dog but it was in my way. I let a growl escape my throat and the dog immediately stopped barking, I it wasn't afraid, somehow it knew that I didn't mean any harm. I dropped Buck onto his couch then left him a note telling him I had left his keys in the kitchen on the counter, then I let myself out.