Burnt Silver by H A Titus

Author:H A Titus [Titus, H A]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Fayette Press
Published: 2019-11-12T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

JOSH

We pulled into the graveled parking lot of the pub shortly after midday. As expected, the place didn't seem to be very busy at this time. Three cars and a motorcycle were the only vehicles in the parking lot, besides our own. I pulled off my helmet and studied the building's exterior.

The Black Dog looked like one of those log-cabin-wannabes you see in the Ozarks. A front porch held a few rocking chairs and a swing—all in surprisingly good shape. An unlit neon sign depicting a pointy-eared dog with his nose in the air was perched on the porch's roof.

At the sound of our bikes, the front door of the building swung open and a tall, bushy-bearded guy stepped out onto the porch. He looked in his late twenties, maybe early thirties, with a bit of a belly, held in check by the plaid shirt he'd tucked into his jeans.

"Garrett, hey." Eliaster swung off his bike. "Liam here?"

Garrett jerked his thumb at the side of the building. "Around back. Who's this?" He nodded to me. The movement ducked his face into the porch's shadow, and for a split second I saw a flash of yellow in his eyes.

Despite myself, I took a step back.

Garrett grinned. "You must be the newbie."

"Be nice," Eliaster said. "And hey, is the bar open yet?"

"That obvious?" I muttered.

Garrett scratched his bushy brown beard. "Not technically, but I don't think Liam would mind if I brought you something. Still like the Irish honey whiskey?"

"That's like asking if the sun still rises in the east."

"Let me guess, beer for you?" Garrett asked me.

Normally, I wouldn't. But I had a feeling that I was going to need something to get me through the upcoming conversation. "Cider, if you have it."

He nodded and went back inside as Eliaster and I started around the side of the building. An open patio sat behind the building, ringed with grayed wooden fencing and paved with dark red bricks. The colored lights strung overhead looked a bit sad in the bright sunlight. Only one table sat in the middle of the patio—the others had been packed off to the side against the fencing—and the five people sitting around it turned as we came into view.

One of the guys—early thirties, surfer wannabe with shaggy, highlighted blond hair, a sleeveless shirt, and baggy jeans—stood up and waved us over. "Eliaster. Long time no see, man."

Eliaster shook hands and gestured to me. "Josh, meet Liam Conor, alpha of the pack."

I gripped his extended hand. His handshake didn't seem overly strong, which kind of surprised me.

Liam motioned around the table, starting with the dark-skinned, curvy girl he'd been sitting beside. "Patricia, my girlfriend."

She winked.

"And these two are the twins, Charles and James. They're my betas."

Charles was a little stockier than his brother, but they both had the same jawline, the same dark brown hair. James was the more formal of the two, wearing a nice pair of slacks and a button-down shirt with a vest and tie, and I saw a blazer folded over the back of his chair.

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