Page 117 of Moonlight & Mayhem

Christmas's expression changed. “Out.”

Moon crossed her arms over her chest. “You missed church yesterday.”

“I know,” Chris said.

“You don't miss church,” Moon pointed out.

“I know,” Chris said.

Tempest stepped forward. “Chris.” Something in her voice made the room quiet. Christmas looked at her Prez. “Can we talk privately?”

Chrome stood, and Moon noticed. So did Chris. Her eyes immediately went to him, and that strange tension between them was back again. Six months, and it hadn't disappeared. If anything, it had gotten worse.

Chrome walked closer. “You okay?”

Chris's jaw tightened. “Fine.”

“Bullshit,” he spat.

Moon's eyebrows rose, and Mayhem leaned close. “Still a problem.” Moon elbowed him.

Chrome's gaze dropped to the dried blood on Chris's sleeve. His expression changed. “Whose blood?”

Chris looked down. “Not mine.”

Chrome relaxed slightly, but Moon didn't. “Chris.”

Christmas sighed. “Can we not do this with the entire clubhouse staring at me?”

Tempest pointed toward her office. “My office, now.” Chris nodded and started toward the room, but stopped. She turned and looked at Moon, and it happened—a vision hit her hard.

Moon gasped, and Mayhem caught her. “Moon!” She wasn't in the clubhouse anymore. There was snow, a mountain road, but this one didn’t lead to Black Hollow. This was a different mountain—higher and colder than the old Hollow. Christmas stood beside her motorcycle, and her Dark Chaos kutte was torn. Blood covered her hands. It was the same vision, but this time—Moon saw more. A man stood in the road, and it wasn’t Chrome. Moon's heart stopped. He was tall with broad shoulders and dark hair. He had blood on his shirt, too. A scar cut across his throat, and he looked at Christmas like he wanted to kill her—or kiss her. Possibly both. Chrome stood behind Chris, but he wasn't looking at her. He was looking at the man with recognition and rage in his eyes. The stranger spoke, but Moon couldn't hear him. The vision shifted to a cabin, and inside was a black wolf in chains. A symbol was carved into the door—not the Hollow crescent, but something new. Three claw marks through a crown. She quickly looked around the cabin and heard Christmas scream.

“Moon!” Mayhem held her as she sucked in a breath. The clubhouse came into focus.

“I'm okay,” she said.

Mayhem cupped her face. “What did you see?”

Moon looked at Christmas, and Chris had gone pale. “Was it me?” Moon didn't answer, and Chris swore. “Moon.”

“Yes, it was you,” Moon said.

Chrome moved closer. “What happened?” Moon looked at him and then at Christmas. She had spent six months wondering if Chrome was the man from the vision, but he wasn't. He'd been there, but he wasn't the man with Chris.

Mayhem's hand tightened around hers. “What did you see?”

Moon looked at Chris. “There was a road.”

Chris went completely still. “What kind of road?”

“It was in the mountains,” Moon said.

Chris’s face lost its color. “No.”

Tempest frowned. “What?”

Christmas shook her head. “No fucking way.”