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Alpha werewolf Anoki Moon embarks on a dangerous mission of revenge, seeking justice for a young neighbor who was murdered in her sleep. Anoki must use all of his lethal skills to take on a mysterious organization hell-bent on keeping its dark secrets hidden from the world.
==Chapter 1==
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As the day breaks, police cars head toward the compound and an ATF helicopter lands near to where Cassie and Kim sit, waiting for help. Chris leaps from the helicopter and runs towards her, asking her what in the name of all that’s holy happened here. They both look around at the dead bodies of the Brothers of the New World and Cassie replies that she has no idea, but she sure as hell is gonna find out.
==Chapter 6==
At a police station a sketch artist holds up her latest attempt to create a satisfactory impression of the man Agent Cassie Lathrop is describing. It’s clearly the man known as Anoki Moon but Cassie hasn’t made that connection and isn’t a happy bunny. She rips the sheet from the artist’s book and tosses it into a waste paper basket, already overflowing with numerous earlier failed attempts. Cassie is upset that she has drawn the eyes wrong. She’s drawn dumb, and this guy isn’t dumb. She’s drawn the mouth as though it should have blood dripping from it. He’s not an animal she insists, so why can’t the artist do it right?
The artist has had enough of Cassie’s endeavors to get a drawing she’s happy with and packs the sketchpad into her bag. She’s pretty happy with her work, but she tells Cassie that it helps when the agent she’s working with has a clear picture of the suspect; one that isn’t colored, for example, by emotion. Cassie tries to defend herself but the artist says that she’s been trying to draw his face for twelve hours, and she still can’t figure out whether Cassie wants to arrest the man, or sleep with him. She wishes Cassie a nice day and departs. Cassie, still sporting a bruise from her time in Cry’s compound, quietly replies that she hopes she gets hit by a car.
On the opposite side of the continent in Bridgeport, a man in a suit enters a quiet bar called Varn's Tavern. Evening rain falls on a motorbike parked outside; its owner sitting contemplatively at the bar, clutching a bottle of beer. Another man leans on the bar nearby, half asleep and propping his head up on one arm. As the man heads in his direction, Anoki calls to the bartender, Jo. “Coming right up,” she says as she pulls a pint for someone else. She has long, pink hair, and tattoos that cover her arms. She hands him a bottle before turning to the man in the suit and asking if she can help him. The man asks for a beer but Anoki, without even glancing in his direction puts three fingers up, telling her to make it a pitcher and to put it on his tab, implying that he’s clearly a regular here.
“Thank you,” says the mild-mannered man, raising his arms towards Anoki’s shoulder but Anoki tells him to knock it off, and not to even think about touching him unless he’s gonna look like himself when he does it. The man in the suit doesn’t think that’s a good idea; and Anoki should know how people react to his appearance. Anoki calls once again to Jo, who tells him he always shouts. Anoki asks her to show the man her legs and she smiles, teasing them that she was always told never to play show and tell with a stranger. Placing the pitcher of beer on the bar top, her legs are shown to be covered in scales, revealing her to be a fellow supernatural. She turns away, telling them she’ll get Brady to get them some peanuts and the man in the suit watches her, understanding that he’s in a much friendlier environment than usual. He reaches to his watch and switches it off, revealing his natural blue form, fairy wings and pointed ears underneath. Grasping his glass, he then places his hand on Anoki’s shoulder and asks if this is better. “Better is you not having to hide yourself, but it’s a start” comes the reply, as Anoki pours beer into the third glass, leaving it where it sits.
“You’re in a mood,” Soloman says but Anoki replies that it has nothing to do with it. “No, of course not,” replies Soloman, who sits beside his friend. “The bartender, she’s one of us?” he asks. She is. “And the drunk at the bar?” Anoki replies that his name’s Mike. He needs alcohol to stay awake; problem is, he takes alcohol; he gets drunk and has been drunk for the past three months. Soloman suggests that perhaps the Professor could help him but Logan says he doesn’t do referrals. Before beginning their drinks, they both raise their glass and toast Sharron, and all absent friends. The third glass, Sharron’s glass, stays where it is.
Anoki finishes his drink quickly and is already pouring himself a fresh glass when Brady arrives with the peanuts, saying something in a strange tongue as he hands them over. Soloman thanks him, telling Anoki that he thinks he likes this place. Turning to him, he mentions that he had seen Cade a few months back. She is doing well, working at a hospital in Lucky Palms. She had called him as she thought she’d seen Nathan. Anoki doesn’t seem interested in what Soloman has to say; Nate’s dead and he instead calls for the pitcher to be refilled.
Soloman asks him what happened but Anoki replies that nothing happened. Soloman disagrees, saying something must have happened, something even more unpleasant than normal. He adds that Anoki could also use a shower too. Anoki snarls, “You think I don’t know how I smell, you think I don’t know?” Tossing a peanut into his mouth, Soloman ignores the uncharacteristically aggressive remark, telling Anoki that self-loathing doesn’t become him. “This from a guy who hides his face,” comes the response. Anoki looks back at his drink, as Soloman is left speechless by the remark.
Jo hands over another pitcher of beer, asking if Anoki would like her to run a tube from the keg for him. Anoki asks if she can do that and she smiles, saying she’ll look into it. Soloman grins, and tells Anoki that she likes him. He simply says that’s her mistake. Soloman is eager to get to the bottom of this. His friend is not usually this morose, so he decides to go straight to the heart of the problem by asking what her name was, the girl who died; the one he couldn’t save. Anoki pauses before replying. “Lucy, Lucy Braddock; she was seventeen, Sol.” He continues drinking, beer dribbling down his chin. He can’t drink fast enough.
Back in Appaloosa Plains, Cassie Lathrop sleeps. Slowly, though, her eyes slowly open and she glances towards the doorway. Standing there is Anoki, naked with his eyes glowing yellow. She doesn’t appear to move an inch, but her right hand takes hold of her pistol as he approaches the bed. He leans over her before settling on top of her, his face inches from hers and his claws unsheathed. “We have to stop meeting like this,” she smiles. Anoki grunts a response. “No, really,” she adds before turning and holding the gun towards his face. In an instant, Anoki brings his claws down with animal ferocity.
Cassie wakes, holding her throat before collapsing back on the bed. “Oh, for the love of Mike,” she says, as she realizes it was just a dream. She flicks the bedside lamp on and heads in to the bathroom. She washes her face and stares into the mirror, repeating her name and asking herself why this man is in her head so deep.
In Varn's Tavern, Jo calls last orders as she serves three customers. Soloman asks Anoki if the beer’s working, as it must be hard to punish himself when his healing factor fights him every inch of the way. Anoki says he has no idea. Soloman continues, saying that, regardless, he is still here, doing his best impression of a fish. He remarks that they’ve both seen innocents suffer before. They’ve both seen the inhumanity of man to his fellow man. He asks why Lucy Braddock is so different that he drives across country for three days, without rest, to meet him there and then engages in this vain attempt to torture his liver. Anoki doesn’t reply and instead pours yet another glass of beer. Soloman continues, saying that seventeen is too young, he agrees, but so is seventy. They’ve both seen too much death and lost too many they’ve cared for, but as trite as it may sound, death is part of life, even unnatural death; even, perhaps, murder.
“Not murder,” Anoki says. Soloman launches into his argument, pointing out that every religion has murder in their basic text. Cain slew Abel and, thus, the world knew murder. One could argue, he adds, that murder is as natural as dying of old age. Anoki turns to him, asking if he really believes that. Soloman doesn’t know what to believe. His grasp of ethical and theological theory is slipping by the day and, as a result, he is often forced to rely on the facts, as he knows them. He tells Anoki that actions speak louder than words, and Anoki knows this better than anyone. His actions have always marked him, to Soloman at least, as a good man, an honorable man. There is another pause in the conversation as Anoki considers his reply. When it comes, Soloman is visibly shocked. “Three days ago I killed twenty-seven men.”
Soloman hasn’t much to say to that, only asking him if he was enraged. “All the way to the bone,” replies Anoki. Soloman asks if these men had earned this rage and Anoki asks if he’s looking for an excuse. He says he isn’t, he is simply straining to understand, because if Anoki tells him that these twenty-seven men were innocents all, then he is everything he has always feared himself to be and would have to be stopped. “And you’d stop me?” asks Anoki. Soloman stares at him, saying no, but he would die trying.
Anoki decides to explain himself. He informs Soloman that they were a cult. They’d broken a town, made it afraid. They kidnapped women, girls and they used them up. “Then you are describing evil, my friend,” says Soloman, “and evil begets evil.” Anoki asks if he means him, and Soloman tells him that if that’s his question, then he cannot be of help. “You were a priest, absolve me,” Anoki replies. Soloman grins and asks with more than the merest hint of sarcasm that it would be wonderful if it worked like that. What a world they would have. He flings his arm towards the doorway, saying there’d be legions of sinners, all committing their crimes with abandon, safe in the knowledge that absolution was just one quick trip to the church away.
He says they tried it once, during the middle ages. Enough gold, you could be forgiven for anything. He asks Anoki if he would like that, such a hollow forgiveness? Anoki asks if he needs forgiveness and Soloman wonders if that’s what he’s after. He asks if those men were evil without question and by killing them in his rage, is Anoki evil? He tells Anoki that he is unique, and he doesn’t speak of what has been done to him. He asks, “Is the wolf evil when it culls the sickness from the herd?”
Jo peers outside into the rain and turns the sign in the window over to read ‘Sorry, we’re closed.’ Anoki pays the bill and the two men exit the bar, leaving Jo to look after Mike. Standing in the rain, Anoki tells Kurt, “That thing about wolves….I’m not an animal, I’m not. Soloman says he knows. Anoki isn’t so sure. “I’m not...”
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