Liam takes his favorite black bike, and since it’s only the two of us, we arrive quickly at the docks. As we enter the Sea Moon Wolves’ turf, some wolves come immediately. But they recognize Liam and me, and agree to let us through after a few words. As we had fought side by side only a couple of weeks ago, they have no real reason to argue with us. Not today.
He finally parks his bike in front of a family restaurant, a large one facing the sea. The whole building has been built in what was formerly one of the dock’s warehouses but was entirely renovated to give it a seventies decoration, with leather seats, neon lights, and a retro feel.
Once we enter, a few heads turn to check us out, mostly sailors and dockers, but nobody says a thing to chase us. I guess the word must have
