Free Midnight Moon: A Paranormal Werewolf Romance (Roadside Angels Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Kathryn Thomas Page B

cuss, if ever I saw one.”
     
    Lex tensed when he heard she had seen Lancaster up close.  The last thing he needed was for the rogue to get a whiff of her, especially now when she was scent-marked.  Between that and the story she was about to write, she would appear like one big target to the shifter, and Lex wouldn’t allow any harm to come to her.
     
    “Did he see you?” Lex asked her, but didn’t answer the puzzled frown that creased her brow before she answered.
     
    “No, he came in and went directly to Bret and then walked out.  He didn’t look around at all.”
     
    Lex relaxed, though he knew even a whiff of her would set off the rogue on a search for Lex’s mate.  He was certain Lancaster was flushing him out, and he didn’t like being manipulated.  He didn’t like it one bit.  If Lancaster wasn’t after the position of Prime, then he was doing someone else’s dirty deeds.  Someone who wanted Lex dead.  Someone who wanted to keep the Primacy for the One Blood shifters.  Someone willing to risk destroying the sacred traditions of werewolf society, traditions that had ensured the safety of the species, and had secured peaceful coexistence with the vampire species, because of prejudice and greed.  Perhaps someone who wanted war between the shifters and the bloodsuckers.
     
    “Well, I’d best be getting along now.  Paperwork and all.”  The chief’s voice brought Lex back to the moment, and he nodded.  “I’ll let you know if I need you, Lex.  Thanks for coming out.  And if you hear anything, give me a call.”
     
    “Will do, Dave,” Lex replied, and watched the cop walk over to his cruiser, get in and drive away.
     
    He knew it was time to act.  So far, all he had done was react and Lancaster was losing patience.  Lex had no way of knowing how many more people would be sacrificed in order to drag him out of hiding, and he couldn’t permit it. 
     
    “Tamara, I have a few calls to make, so we’ll need to head back home.” 
     
    Without waiting for a reply, he escorted her back to his truck, where Bear was already waiting, and they made the drive back in silence.  Once at the ranch, Lex spoke quietly with Bear.
     
    “Call the guys and have them stay close to town, Bear.  I have a feeling they’ll be needed there.  And call Bret.  Ask if there’s anything else we can do for him.  Oh, and if you can swing by, see how Ginnie is holding up.  She and her mom are going to need us for a while.”  He looked over at Tamara, standing quietly in the corner looking out the front window.  “I have some calls to make, and I’m sure Tamara has a lot to do herself.”
     
    Bear nodded and walked off, and Lex turned to Tamara.
     
    “What are you going to do while I make my calls?”
     
    She looked over at him for a moment before speaking.  “Well, as you know, I have a story to write, and now that I have a face to put to the villain, it’ll make the story even stronger.”
     
    “What do you mean you have a face?  Did you take a picture of Lancaster?” 
     
    Lex’s chest tightened, and he tried to keep the deep disquiet from sounding in his voice.  Shifters did not have pictures of their faces taken, ever.  It was a cardinal rule in all shifter communities, not just for werewolves.  If she had taken pictures of Lancaster, and were to publish them with her story, she would become a target for all shifters, everywhere. 
     
    “No, I didn’t,” she said, looking puzzled again.  “I didn’t know who he was at the time, or what his involvement was in this business.”
     
    Lex inhaled deeply, letting out a sigh of relief in the exhale.  “I wish you had nothing to do with this whole business, Tamara,” he said, to distract from the fact that he had not explained the reason for his question. 
     
    “You know what they say, Lex,” she quipped, her lips slightly curved in a faint smile.  “If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.”  She walked over to