Page 164 of Moon Claimed

“Foley?”

“Yeah?” came a shout.

“It’s Andie. Hanson said you had a proposal for me?” I moved into the shed and spotted him in the back office.

The stench of oil overwhelmed my senses and I covered my nose with my tank top.Gross.

Foley appeared, wiping his hands on a rag. “Hey, yeah. It’s back here.”

How did he stand this smell all day? My eyes watered. “I’ll take it with me to review. I should have it back in a few days tops.”

“There’s no real rush.”

I don’t like him,my wolf said.

Yeah, he’s kind of spineless.

Not that. Look at his eyes.

Foley handed me a bound document, eyes never lifting higher than my chin.

Right. I see what you mean.

He’s jumpy.

“Foley,” I called as a machine started up behind us. “Is everything okay?”

He licked his lips. “It’s just… I’m sorry about my part in what happened in Clay. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

There was so much stink in here, I couldn’t tell truth from lie. He did look sheepish. “That’s why you were put on probation instead of exiled from the tribe. I know—Ihope—that those involved will see the error of their decisions. Everyone deserves a second chance.”

Though, in my experience, most people blew it.

Ragna.

Herc.

Murphy.

Rhona.

Me.

I jerked at a sharp pain in my back. “What?”

Spinning, the world slanted as I stared into Rhona’s emerald gaze. My gaze dropped to what she held.

A tranquiliser gun.

I stumbled to the side, knees buckling. Sliding across the floor, unable to support myself, my blinks became heavier.

So heavy.

Rhona crouched over me. “It’s time for the truth,sister,don’t you think?”

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Ouch.