Chapter 15
15 Kieran glanced up from the grimy cobblestones lining Pirate’s Alley in the French Quarter, giving Kellan a once-over. His brother was uncharacteristically silent as they wrapped up their night’s patrol a little early. It was nearly eleven p.m., and the whole Quarter was suspiciously still under the foggy, moonlit sky. Even the human tourists seemed restrained, almost sleepy. Usually when the first night of the full moon fell on a weekend night, as was the case tonight, all the loonies and drunks and were-creatures came out in full force and wreaked havoc. “Even Pirate’s Alley is empty? I’ll be damned,” Kieran said, shaking his head. “I’ve never seen a full moon as tame as this one.” “I don’t like it,” was Kellan’s only response. Kieran nodded. He felt heavy, like he’d gone through a
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