Chapter 162: _Liam is the Imposter
Right now, Rhett found himself slumped behind the wheel of his car that was parked outside the precinct. Sunlight streamed through the windshield, giving a natural glow to the grimness of their pack.
Heaving and steadying his breath, Rhett pushed open the car door and stepped out. The air was cool and washed away the lingering feel of the dream that was still abound on him.
Activity buzzed around the precinct; soldiers milled about, their faces, though grim were content as they sorted through sweeping and had successfully restored order back in the precinct.
He straightened his uniform and headed inside, the clack of his boots against the polished floor echoing through the hallway. Heads turned as he entered and soon, a combination of relief and respect greeted him.
"Gamma Rhett," a young soldier greeted him with a weary smile. "Good to see you back."
"Likewise, Jerek," Rhett nodded, not returning the smile. "Any sign of Farkas yet?"
Jerek shook his head. "No, sir. Still out on his break."
Farkas was yet to be back? Rhett frowned. Something must have happened to keep Farkas off. When it came to punctuality, Farkas usually beat him to it. He hoped Farkas’s family were safe.
"Alright," Rhett said, trying to put his worry in place. "Keep me updated."
He made his way down the hallway, acknowledging the greetings of other soldiers with a nod and a word. Finally, he reached his office and more than he cared to accept, the familiar clutter on his desk was a comforting sight. As he sank into his chair, the weight of the dream settled on him.
He couldn’t help but reminisce on the Moon Goddess’s words. Their adversary could steal the form of others, but to do it, he had to eat their flesh. That explained all the weird eating of flesh and stuff.