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Michael Lowe spins his pint of beer in a circle, his eyes scanning the run-down dive bar and its grizzly patrons. He wrinkles his nose when a duo of rough looking vampires walk by, baring their fangs at our table. “It stinks here,” he says under his breath before sipping from his glass. “The beer’s not bad, though.” The tavern, tucked on the far edge of my parents’ kingdom, isn’t somewhere I’d normally hang out, but Deacon insisted we meet him here.

The only sound was the clicking of their claws on the glass. When we got to the cliffs the air was different. It was heavy with salt. It smelled like the ocean. The Shiver was below it was a city made from old ships. Stay close Malachi said. This is not a place. There are no rules only money and power. We walked through the docks. There were sea-wolves everywhere they were big and hairy with webbed fingers. They looked at us they sensed the power of Helios. We went to a tavern called The Drowned Anchor. Inside it was smoky. The floor was covered in sand. We met Captain Vane he was a man with a beard and a missing eye.

She found a message from Moses. Duck and cover. There was a link to something on YouTube. Frowning, she loaded the video. As soon as it filled her screen, her fingers tightened on the phone. "Oh shit." * * * To Athena's mind, some disasters unequivocally merited getting shit-faced. As it happened, there were only two places to get drunk in Eden's Ridge. Elvira's Tavern catered to the respectable crowd, the nice folks who rarely indulged enough to start a bar fight. As it was also where Kennedy worked as a bartender, and as Athena had absolutely no intention of talking this shit out with her sisters, it was automatically off the table.

“Private as in lupus garous are the only ones permitted. At first I didn’t realize you were Larissa’s sister, but I soon realized you were one of us. Deputy Trevor nodded at them from the bar as they pulled into a parking spot, his brow furrowed. Why is he in this place? Mitchel complained. Sam added, “Darien’s orders to make sure we get the little woman into the tavern safely. The crowd parted to make space for Sam to unlock the door, but he relocked it after he, Silva, Lelandi, and Mitchell entered the institution. Lelandi shuddered as she recalled her anxiety when she had initially entered the tavern and what had happened after she had left. Silva gave her a tight grip before guiding her

A black curly beard flowed halfway down his chest. "Hello, Captian." Shobek gave him a respectful nod before taking another swig of the whiskey. "You have a fine collection of booze, by the way." The Captian chuckled, "suppose ya' mean had since half it be gone now." Shobek gave him an apologetic smile, "I do apologize for that. I never was a heavy drinker till recently." The Captian bobbed his head toward the door, "Ye lady frien' be given ya' trouble then?"

Though my inner wolf is not fond of the loud, wild tavern scene, the thought of the silver coins makes my beast relent. Promptly at 7 PM, I show up at the Blissful Uncle’s Tavern, the city’s most opulent watering hole and a veritable gold mine for the high packs. The crowd inside this stone tavern is either loaded with gold or carries massive pack influence from the high council. Despite having to wear a slightly revealing black leather dress and high heels that my wolf absolutely detests, I find the drink chores tolerable. In just over an hour, my hands have already sold three bottles of pricey mountain liquor, each fetching upwards of two thousand silver pieces, which means my coin commiss

she said, still chopping away. I gulped at that. I couldn’t really wrap my head around the size of this place. “Why is it called Black Cove,” I asked, since she seemed so agreeable to answering questions. “Oh you’ll see one day. We have a large coastline on the southwest end, it’s stunning. White sandy beaches and clear water. I haven’t been in awhile but I’d love to take the kids in the summer. The tale is that there was a big human pirate ship called “The Black” that sank half a mile off shore,” she said, as she moved around.

I would’ve liked to have surprised her with the pub crawl at the end, but I figured this way she knew I wasn’t just taking her on a long, snowy walk for our date. “We have a tour guide who will be dressed in an eighteenth century costume. They’ll take us to a couple of sites before we visit four pubs on Blackstone Block. According to the website, that was where the Revolution was brewed and where the players got their courage and inspiration.” Marissa laughed, a sound that was like music to my ears. “Figures no one would’ve been able to lead a revolution sober.” I shrugged, giving her a sidelong grin as I met her eyes in the rearview mirror of my car. “It’s important to take a break sometime

Goldman asked. “It’s her night off,” Becky answered. “We’ll have three beers on tap,” Goldman said and reached for his wallet. “I’ll get the first round guys.” “Thanks,” Carter said. “Much oblige,” Nick said. Goldman gave her fifteen dollars. He reached up to scratch the side of his dark hair. “I’ll be back with your drinks,” Becky said. As soon as the bartender was out of earshot, Nick said, “You guys didn’t tell me we were coming to Garvey’s.”