Tate
Tate and Greg pulled up to the Silvermoon packhouse in Greg’s car bright and early one morning and looked at each other wearily before getting out and slamming the door behind them. Neither of them wanted to be there, but Hawthorne had requested a meeting, something about making the move back to Nightstalker territory as smooth as possible. They had discussed it already a few dozen times in the last week, but apparently, there were more kinks to work out.
“You ready?” Greg asked over the top of the car.
“I guess,” Tate sighed, eager to get this over with and get back home to Kelly. She had been on edge ever since Hawthorne had come over to discuss the now void agreement and having him gone sent her anxiety over the edge. He could feel her emotions thrumming towards him through th
