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it had been a pissing match the whole way. From calming everyone down instead of riling them up, which Red seemed determined to do, to keeping him from gathering all the guys and chasing them down for a nice old fashioned slaughter. If he had a God he believed in, he’d be wondering what the hell he was doing right about now. Because shit was fucked up. And there was no easy way to fix it. It was like walking through a room full of glass barefoot and hoping you didn’t get cut.
    And when they’d got back to the clubhouse Red had really lost his shit.
    “So you want to find out what Big Dog and the others know? Lets go do it,” Red had said and Demon had followed reluctantly behind. What happened after was something Demon wished he’d never seen.
    “Man, there are better ways to get information than this,” Demon grabbed Red’s arm, the one holding the red hot fire poker that was aimed straight for Big Dogs impressive gut.
    “No, you wanted to get information before we killed him, so here we are, we’ll get what we can out of him, but we’ll do it my way.”
    Demon looked to the other guys standing around them for support, this wasn’t the way the Club operated, but Red had a crazed look in his eyes and nobody wanted to be the one to stand up to him.
    Demon let of his arm, “Fine, but this is on you brother, I want no part in this.”
    “What? Demon, the big bad wolf who takes such pleasure in killing is afraid of a little torture?”
    Demon wanted to shout at him, tell him he’d never enjoyed killing a single soul, be he knew Red wouldn’t listen, all he saw was what Demon was, not who he was. “He might be a traitor, and he might be a piece of shit, but he’s family Red. Family doesn’t do this to family. Ask your questions, he’ll answer, he knows he’s going to die anyway, this is,” Demon looked for the word bad enough to describe what he was seeing, “This is inhuman.”
    Red’s eyes hardened, “You forget Demon, I’m not human, and neither are you, so you can get off your fucking high horse. He lost the right to be called brother when he sold us out and put our family, my Morgan, at risk.”
    Demon shook his head, “There are better ways to do this, man.”
    “What the fuck would you know? You goddamned half-breed.”
    Demon looked around and everyone’s eyes were on him.
    “That’s right, he’s a motherfucking half-breed. His mother was a witch. Ever wonder why you hardly ever see him shift, even when we’re fighting? It’s because he hates it. Says it feels alien and unnatural, he’d rather rely on his magic than his wolf. His dirty fucking magic.”
    “That dirty fucking magic just saved your life,” Demon’s voice was as quiet as ice cracking.
    “You should have let me die.” Red turned away from him and stuck the poker to Big Dogs bare skin, the scream of agony cutting off further conversation.
    Demon had looked around the room, imagining distrust blossoming in each set of eyes, the chasm between him and the only family he’d ever known growing into something that could never be breached, so he’d turned without a word and left. His secret was finally out. Or at least part of it. In a way it felt like a relief, he’d find out now how the rest of the club would deal with him being a hybrid, even if he wasn’t exactly the kind of hybrid they thought he was.
    For years he’d hidden behind a mask, separating himself from the only family he’d ever known so that they wouldn’t see him for what he was, or what Red and Glory had been led to believe he was. And now all of that was over.  He took another shot of whiskey, the chips would fall where they may, he was tired of giving a fuck.
    “Hey man, haven’t seen you around in a while, where ya been?” An old man in a flannel shirt and a baseball cap came and sat down on the leather barstool beside Demon. He couldn’t remember the man at all.
    “Oh you know. Around.” He signaled the bartender and the busty brunette