Tattooed Luna by Mrs Smith

“Not sure why you need to see this. You have already been down here.” THe old man grumbled as we made our way down the stairs. Since there wasn't any lights on, it was completely black until he switched them on.

Just like last time, it was like a concrete bunker. Really, | was just wasting time. With my hands in my pockets, | just walked around, pretending to take it all in. “Showin there.” | demanded.

“Show yourself!” He spit as he rolled his eyes and looked away.

“You can either showor | will forced you to show me.” My wolf's voice was deadly calm as | said each word.

Even if | wasn't this angry, there was something about watching someone squirm under my wolf's voice. With his face scrunched up, the old man started limping toward me, incredibly slow.

“There isn’t anything in there.” It was more of a snide remark under his breath but he knew I could still hear him.

“Excusefor not believing you.” There was a little humor in my voice as he turned the door knob. After flipping on the lights, | got my first look into the holding cells. Along each wall was multiple chain-linked cages with locks on the doors. At the end of the room was nothing but concrete. Drains were in every cell but it was the blood stains that really caught my attention. No door, no windows and no ventilation.

The stench was overwhelming as my eyes even started to water. “What is that smell?” “Rotting flesh probably. After you stopped the convoy, the alphas got into a massive fight. Few people died and their bodies only got removed earlier today.” The level of not giving a shit was very high. Death was as much a part of his life as breathing was.

“You don't have anything else schedule for events?” “None. There was going to be a cock fight but not anymore.” He didn’t ask if | was done or not. Flipping the light off, he started walking towards the door.

“What are you going to do now that you are out of business?” | asked once we were up the stairs.

your fucking business.” “Is that what you think?” | asked. Instead of waiting for a reply, |

my number! We are done!”

aren't done until | say we are done.” My voice was low enough that

to know that we have bugged his house and that might give us something. Not that | was holding my breath but | was being optimistic that he would

out of there!” Carson joked

your touch, old man?” |

alpha.” Carson reached the SUV before | did. He was already taking his ear

as

I'll ever be.”

the bugs.” Carson handed

He sighed as he took it and sat

it?” Carson had pulled out and was driving down the road. We were about twenty miles away from where | took the convoy down

We did go over sbumps like maybe railroad tracks.” “That's good.” Carson

phone, | zoomed out to see the entire road. Looking for srailroad tracks to see if maybe

Her voice trailed off. Looking behind me, she was nibbling on her lip. Worry plagued her face as she tried to remember what her brain was

places Them will Sal of hal animals. Was there a smell that caught