The tension from the patio disappeared instantly the second Blade mentioned movement near the border and whatever almost happened between Drake and me gove shoved aside while the entire clubhouse snapped back into survival mode.
“Where?” Casey asked while grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch.
“East treeline near the old logging road. One of the scouts saw headlights cut out before the ridge.” Blade replied.
“How many?” Brax asked grabbing a shotgun from the wall.
“Unknown.” Blade said.
“That’s comforting.” Heath muttered.
Everyone moved fast after that and the room filled with the sound of boots crossing hardwood floors and weapons being checked and nobody wasted time asking unnecarry questions anymore because this had become routine.
It’s not normal. It’s never norm
