บททั้งหมดของ HOWLER M.C.: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Chapter 51: Getting Down To BusinessThe Sherif's Office, Grand Street, Keeding, Wyoming... Brick had been in a foul mood ever since he captured the bail jumper Clive Taylor and he was even less pleased to have to venture to yet another sheriff's station. Clive looked to have been beaten up in a running gauntlet with sharp objects he was so covered in scrapes and bruises. The local sheriff didn't seem to mind as he greeted the well-welcomed guest into the establishment along with his captors. Brick tossed the idiot Clive into the waiting officers' hands and glared rather menacingly at the lawmen that stood before him. He had not much liked it when they had him jumping through hoops but the prospect of the cold case had intrigued him to the point that he had complied and then some despite it being a difficult thing not to end right there and then Clive after the bumbling idiot threw beer in his face. He had managed to reign in his temper of course and now he wanted to see the resu

Chapter 53: Sweet AnticipationInterior, Earl's Diner, Temperance, South Dakota... The end of Layla's shift had not come fast enough for her as she set about still waiting tables and cleaning dishes. Pheobe had done her fair share of the heavy lifting with the crowd from the lunch rush and The Howler M.C. occupying the place. She'd been more or less pleased to see that her boyfriend of sorts had returned with the crew and took as much time seeing to his needs as she dared despite the hectic shift. Layla had been scrambling for the most part as Brick watched her from his usual seat at the front counter while polishing off his whole cherry pie and pitcher of beer. He had seemingly been as anxious as she was for her shift to be over and the crowd of customers had not made that already lingering anxiousness any better. Brick wasn't much of a people person and had been quite annoyed with the number of men vying for Layla's attention be it for food or their none-too-subtle attempts at

Chapter 55: The Driving Call Of Moonlust The Abandoned Mill, The Old Creek, Temperance, South Dakota... Frequent snarls escaped the lips of Brick Kenneally as he attempted to stave off the effects of the oncoming transformation. He had no desire to leave Layla and head off into the woods and his body seemed to crave her more than the blood its fangs wished to shed amid the creatures running about in the darkness. Brick's rather long fingers dug into the weakened earth beneath him as he struggled against the urge to unleash the beast that dwelled within. He snarled and growled in the wake of his attempts at staving off his shifting and knew all too well that very few had been capable of resisting the call of the Luna once she had been in full force. Brick growled and snarled louder and more frequently with an occasional whimper as his muscle-rippled body contorted and his muscles grew tense. He had not been willing to leave Layla behind as she had only been a few feet away fr

Chapter 57: A Shift In FocusOpen Road, Temperance, South Dakota... The roar of Brick Kenneally's finely tuned bike engine echoed down the long and winding highway as he briefly reflected on the time he spent with Layla Quinn. She had a way of getting to him unlike anyone else and he thought it only right that she had due to her being his true mate of sorts. As much as it pained him to admit it, the old hounds were dead right about his falling for the lovely sixteen-year-old lass. He had not stopped thinking about her since he took off from her oddly placed yellow house deep in the woods. A part of him wished to turn right back around and have at her again but he thought better of it. Willing she may have been but she was still young and in need of a good night's rest after all they had done at the mill. He wondered if she'd come down to the diner when she slept off their wild night and entangled morning.A smirk filed across his handsome face as he pulled into the parking lot of

Chapter 59: Tripping Down Memory LaneThe Quinn Residence, Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota... Jarrett A. Quinn had been in his usual spot sitting in his favorite armchair in front of the television watching a wrestling program with a cooler of beer by his side and Brutus lying on his bed as if he had not a care in the world. Layla had been annoyed that he'd been home more so than usual as just getting a glimpse of the muscle-bound biker brute known as Brick Kenneally had been enough to make her want him again. She spent the majority of her time in her room, in bed recalling the events that lead to her and Brick finally consummating their relationship. She had no regrets about giving herself to him, in fact, the only thing she had dreaded was being away from him in the first place. While the residual ache had been something she could do without, she had been riding high off her emotions. When Brick had been on her porch she had wished to see him and wondered if he'd come to be