Once the pier had closed for the night, Jeb carried out Pete’s instructions just as he always did after a kill. Using the hidden entrance behind the control box, he cautiously navigated his way down the stone steps towards the cave beneath the pier, where they fed the creatures.
The going was always precarious due to a combination of the steps, which had been carved out of the rough stone, being uneven where the stone had crumbled away over time, and the fact that the ground was always wet as a result of the ceiling and walls dripping sea water onto it.
In Jeb’s opinion—and he knew that it was one shared by several other members of the clan—it was only a matter of time before the entire thing caved in on itself, doubtless taking that part of the pier with it.
But Pete and the other elde
