Midnight settled heavily over Moon Lake Tribe. The wind was still, and the stars blinked faintly above the dark waters.
Alec trudged home from his night shift, his torchlight casting long, restless shadows against the wall. The patrol had been dull as always, but one stray conversation he'd overheard kept looping in his mind—and the more he thought about it, the more it burned inside him.
By the time he reached his front door, irritation was bubbling under his skin.
"What's wrong with you?" his wife Susan asked as he stepped in, taking the heavy fur armor and long knife from his hands.
Alec scowled, his voice rising before he could stop it. "Susan, someone stole my meat again!"
