章節 87: Chapter 86: The Reeling From A Feral Mind
Deep Woods, Open Forrest, Outskirts...
Once more the heat from the looming sun had beat down upon the naked and utterly confused Brick Kenneally as he attempted to rouse and make sense of his surroundings. He had still been more than a bit nauseous following his latest stint in terms of his wolfish nature. He had not been accustomed to ingesting human flesh and blood often and when he did it wasn't something he'd been proud of whenever he'd gotten back to himself following a transformation. This time had been no different as Brick struggled to get to his feet and make sense of how he'd gotten so far from his target. He recalled that he'd been hunting a particular fellow and as a result ended up catching his prey in more ways than one.
Brick took his time getting his bearings as he moved rather gingerly amid the leaves and fallen twigs he had seen better mornings following his transformations after a full moon and days like this were not that far off the mark. He loathed the taste of human flesh and blood alike but the beast that dwelled inside him had still been a beast after all and as such saw no difference when it came to the need to hunt.
Still more than a bit rattled by the aspect of having devoured mortal flesh, Brick managed to calm himself enough to assess the damage and where he'd been. His nose took in the scent of the pack fresh on the morning wind and he elected to find his way back to them.
The walk back toward the last known location of the members of his pack had been quite a somber one, with Brick feeling the heaviness of his naked body with each step and the uncomfortable sensation of pure earth beneath his feet accompanied by all aches from sharp rocks to broken twigs digging into his heels as he winced and managed to make his way toward the strange structure that had formerly housed an outlaw group who had been in the process of manufacturing their drugs.
Brick recalled the rancid stench all too well and nearly gagged once more as his nostrils flared with recognition and disgust. He saw his way to attempting to find something to put on as he continued to search for his remaining brothers unsure of what he'd find when everyone had been given to their feral instincts.
He had recalled the bastard running, it hadn't been at a very high speed but he ran nonetheless, and true to form Brick had given chase. It had not ended as well as the bald mortal had hoped and as a result, his body had been torn to bits, and his blood splattered all over the forest floor. Brick had not figured it was a way to survive being torn apart by a feral werewolf and as such didn't bother to investigate further on behalf of the now-dead man.
He had reached the place where the rancid stench seemed to increase along with a few flies that gathered about the rotted corpses that had once been the bald fool's crew of sorts. There had been no sign of the others at least for a time as Brick set about locating his clothes and cut to pass the time before everyone eventually came looking for him.
He had been glad that he had not been in Temperance when the feral aspect of the wolf had gotten the better of him. Layla had still been unaware of his true nature and that of his crew despite their longstanding association. He had not exactly been forthcoming about his bloodline being from that of werewolves and supposed that she like many mortals only ever knew about his kind through old folk tales and horror movies.
He'd been so preoccupied with trying to find out what happened to the missing girl in his latest case that he'd almost forgotten what it was like to truly take a moment and relax. Brick found his clothes all scattered and intact thankfully as he collected them before slipping them on along with his biker cut. He took a moment to assess the situation before awaiting the rest of the pack to rally at the entrance of the hideout before heading to meet with Goldie and the other boys who split from temperance beforehand.
She'd been chasing down a lead and he'd been recovering at Layla's place following the shooting of the old man and resident Charlie Mack. The old man had given him quite a bit to consider as Brick pondered what would be the next move of the culprit or copycat who had elected to stick his nose in a long-forgotten cold case.
From what he could piece together, the killer had been well aware of the case and the outcome of what happened to the people involved and had possibly been doing his damnedest to keep the truth from being known. If the girl had died then there would be no way of tracing the crimes back to the bastard responsible but if she'd been alike and possibly unaware that would warrant a reason to spill blood to keep the secret.
The more he pondered it and how sudden the attacks had come on, the more Brick came to the conclusion that the missing girl had indeed been still alive and aged quite a bit all things considered. The shootings had seemed almost protective in terms of keeping dead secrets buried. He had been almost sure that there was some sort of connection between Layla's late mother, her mysterious Beau, and the missing girl.
Brick also believed that there was a possibility that Layla's father had been well aware of the crimes his wife had taken part in and opted to erase all traces of her because of it. His behavior at the mention of his late wife and her rather untimely death had been mysterious as well.
Come to think of it, Jarrett Quinn had been quite a mysterious fellow and not at all a native to Temperance at all.
Brick had been convinced the old man knew far more about his wife's antics than he had let on if only to protect his daughter from her transgressions.
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