Page 28 of A Love Bite (Werewolf Motorcycle Club #1)

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The following evening, I decide to return to Luna’s Moon, determined to gather more information about the escalating crime in the southside. Armed with my notepad and recorder, I hope that by talking to the regulars, I can uncover more details about what’s happening and who might be behind the attacks.

As I step into the bar, the familiar atmosphere greets me, but there’s an undercurrent of tension I can’t ignore. I scan the room, noting the usual patrons and a few new faces. Determined, I start making my rounds, approaching the people who might have seen or heard something.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?” I ask a group of regulars gathered near the bar.

They glance at each other, then at me, their expressions wary. “Sorry, we’re busy,” one of them mutters, turning away.

Undeterred, I move on to another table. “Do you have a minute? I’m trying to get some information about the recent attacks.”

The people at the table barely look up. “We don’t know anything,” one of them says curtly.

Frustration starts to bubble up inside me, but I try to keep my composure. I approach a couple sitting near the window. “Excuse me, can you help me out? I’m looking into the recent violence around here.”

The woman shakes her head, her eyes avoiding mine. “We really don’t want to get involved.”

Everywhere I turn, I’m met with the same response—cold shoulders, averted eyes, and mumbled excuses. It’s clear that no one wants to talk to me. The friendly atmosphere I once felt here has turned icy, and I feel the sting of rejection.

Eventually, I find myself back at the bar, feeling more frustrated and isolated than ever. I look around one last time, hoping for a friendly face, but it’s clear that I’ve been shut out. The realization hits me hard—someone has made sure that no one here will talk to me. Whether it’s fear or loyalty, the result is the same. I’m getting nowhere.

With a heavy heart, I decide to leave. As I step outside into the cool night air, I feel a wave of discouragement wash over me. I hoped to find answers, but all I found was a wall of silence. The fear and tension in the bar were palpable. This situation is more dangerous than I realized.

As I walk away from Luna’s Moon, I try to regroup. There has to be another way to get the information I need. Maybe I can reach out to sources outside the bar or follow up on other leads. I can’t do this alone. I need to find allies who are willing to help or at least aren’t afraid to speak out.