Moon
“It’s Mayhem,” Tempest said, “the club’s VP.
” She knew Mayhem. God, he played through her nightly dreams, which didn’t help the fact that every time she saw him, she acted like a tongue-tied teenager.
To everyone else, he was a shadow, a rumor, a force of nature they never wanted to meet in a dark alley.
But to her, he was a fantasy that was best left as just that because her reality wasn’t something that would allow her to have a man like Mayhem in her life.
“They were out running perimeters, keeping a lookout for any sign of the Capitol Wolves when they were ambushed,” Tempest explained, stepping further into the room.
Her gaze was distant, as if reliving the brutal scene.
Her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides, a telltale sign of her barely contained fury.
“Chris and I got a call from Howler that he, Wraith, and Mayhem were out together, and that they were jumped. He is assuming that the Capitol Wolves were involved somehow, but he can’t be sure.
It was a mess by the time Chris and I got to the scene.
He’s lost a lot of blood. Will you treat him? ”