All Chapters of HOWLER M.C.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21: Running WildThe Backwoods, Unknown Shack, Kandid, Iowa..... High on the thrill of the full moon beaming down upon the deep woods, The enormous brown werewolf rushed about snapping twigs and sinking its forepaws into the slick, thin-grade, dark brown mud as it began to pick up speed with its lengthy tongue sticking out if it's snout, the black nose that leads the charge slick via saliva and flaring in the wake of the onset of new and clearer scents rushing past it as it moved. The stench of decay, wild deer, garbage piles, and wet mud were all wonderous experiences that flooded his senses as the excitement got the better of the man who had been given to his wild nature. The sensation of the cooling night air swept past the short fur of the brown fiend as he panted and licked at the open air navigating via sound and scent despite having keen eyes fixated on the chosen yet uncharted path before it. The rapid beating of its heart seemed to reach its alert and angled ear

Chapter 23: A Favorable WindThe Quinn Residence, Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota... Jarrett A. Quinn was a vastly peculiar man, and even the residents of Temperance, South Dakota thought him an oddity. His nature was that of a vulgar man with a heated temperament and low beady blue eyes that seemed to stare right through the soul of anyone full enough to look him straight in the eye but never reflected what was inside him when one hoped to look for a soul behind them. He spent the better part of any day he wasn't working, drunk off his arse and sitting in his lazy boy armchair with his trusty rottweiler dog Brutus beside him. Layla had not known much about her mother, but her father had similar dark brown hair and blue eyes that indicated she shared at least that in terms of his features. He moved about the kitchen wearing a sweaty and stained white men's tank top, collectively referred to as a "wife-beater" which was appropriate for the early half of his marriage given his

Chapter 25: About Cats And BagsThe Shrouder Residence, The Histmare Gardens, Temperance, South Dakota... Derrick Shrouder's place had always been one of the more fancy hangouts for their little group. His parents were quite wealthy and always seemed to have some stash of food or drinks no matter the time of year. Layla found it comforting to be at Derricks, especially with her father being home. He greeted her almost immediately the moment she knocked on the front door. Amy arrived right after and climbed the stairs to enter their best friend's apartment. Casey had been on the way, so she claimed and it was looking to be a pretty decent day after all. The trio had been pleased to have Casey back among them even when it was on a day they all were held up at Derrick's place for a project. "So what did I miss?" asked Casey wondering how her friends had gotten on without her the past few days, due to cheer practice and other outside activities that her mother made her endure. "Well

Chapter 27: Big Plans For ExplorationThe Shrouder Residence, The Histmare Gardens, Temperance, South Dakota... Feeling the effects of what one could only describe as having been a junk food coma, Layla, Amy, Casey, and Derrick were lounging about Derrick's living room amid a mess of open boxes of snacks, empty soda cans, half-drunk juice bottles, and crumbs galore. It was a good thing that Derrick's parents were out for the remainder of the night or there would be dire consequences for making a mess of their living room. It had been something of a good night for the lot of them aside from the grilling session about Layla kissing the older biker Brick Kenneally before his abrupt departure on the business of Sheriff Tillman. The group had originally come to Derrick's place to work on their mutual class project as it was difficult getting everyone to schedule a time to work on it and even worse was the lack of mutual space for the work to take place. Following a particularly gruelin

Chapter 29: The Evil Ways Of MenThe Bathroom, Unknown Location, Unknown State.....(2001)... Low eyes of the dullest blue stared back amid the steam and water droplets that fogged the mirror as the face of a hardened man stood staring back at the figure in the mirror. The man had medium-length blonde hair, courtesy of the several empty bottles of peroxide that were lined inside the small basin of the porcelain white-colored sink. The man looked to have taken quite a few years off due to shaving his beard and leaving behind a peroxide-dyed mustache, as he appeared closer to twenty than in his mid to late thirties. He was naked aside from the large formerly white drying towel that was wrapped around his rather thin waist as he stood amid the coolness of the bathroom amid the shiny white tile and slickness from the recent use of the shower. His slightly pinked flesh was rippled via the water droplets that lingered from his rain as he once more found himself staring into the refle