The Reality of Tarik Wolf.

When Clea saw the crowd outside, she understood why Tarik was reluctant to bring her to his place. It was only then she realised the magnitude of the tough situation she put him in.

"You okay?" Kali asked. She took Clea's hand and guided her down the wooden porch steps. "What's this on your forehead?"

"Just a little scratch... no biggie. I was having a great sleep."

"I told the sheriff you'd be okay if we found you here and he told me I didn't know what I was saying."

"Tarik Wolf."

Tarik stared at the sheriff and the men gathered behind, his face an emotionless mask.

The sheriff's face on the other hand was cold. Cold and filled with hate, and a tint of disgust.

"Come down."

He stood before the sheriff. "She's okay as you can s—"

"Have I asked you to talk?"

"No... sir," his tone was mellow.

"The inn lady reported you to me. What was the deal? That you stay OUT of the town. OUT of the town's business. Wasn't that it? Am I mistaken?"

"No, sir."

Clea shook her head worriedly. "I was the