Blessing of Luna (Wolfgods Book 1) by Blaise Ramsay (best books under 200 pages .TXT) 📗

dressed in his police uniform. Grant Callahan, his deputy came in with him.

“Dad, what’s going on?” Damien inquired, his brow raised in curiosity and slight aggravation.

“Dame, Chelsea’s missing. Her parents haven’t seen her for almost a month now and none of her girlfriends have seen her and neither has Rob.” Charlie paused to run his hand over the back of his neck.

“Your point?” Damien replied, angry at the accusation he could hear hidden in his dad’s voice.

“A witness says you’re the last one who saw her.”

Damien turned in his chair, dropping his hands in his lap. “Are you kidding with this? I didn’t see her after she left at the college, that’s it. I went to class with Professor Hanson and then sent you a text, remember?”

“I remember but I have to ask, where were you in the time after you left class to when you sent me that text?”

“This is unbelievable. Are you actually interrogating me? I was with my girlfriend. Ask Alexander Kain from the bowling alley, he saw us.”

“Wait, you have a girlfriend? When were you going to tell me?” Charlie inquired, taking on a more dad-like demeanor than a cop.

“I was going to tell you at Christmas. I hadn’t seen Chelsea since the college. Can I stop being treated like a suspect now?” Damien replied, sarcastically throwing up his hands.

“I believe him, Charlie. Damien’s never been one to lie. We can go ask Alex next, he’s usually pretty honest.”

Charlie rose from the bed. “I’m sorry, Damien. I was just doing my job. Take care and if you do see Chelsea, please tell me.”

“I will, thanks for the heads up. You could have just asked without Callahan here.”

Charlie smiled. “I know. I will next time, I promise.”

****

The morning following the “interrogation,” Damien was in a really foul mood. He felt humiliated for being questioned in front of the sheriff’s deputy without so much as a warning.

“I was just saying, maybe next time you could give me the courtesy of a heads up the next time you decide to come into my room in full uniform with Callahan and start questioning me like I’m some sort of kidnapping lunatic?” Damien was almost yelling at his dad across the kitchen.

“Damien, I told you I was doing my job. Now show some respect. You still live under my roof. I don’t care how old you are, you will show me some mutual respect.” Charlie replied, angry yet trying to keep his voice down. He knew he should have approached Damien before he brought Grant into it but he needed to know.

“Respect goes both ways, I’m a grown ass man, not a child. You know what? Forget it. I have finals coming up next month and a term paper to write.” Damien grabbed his jacket and backpack, opening the door and letting it slam behind him.

****

The weather had gotten colder as fall began to transition into winter. The clouds heavy with snow held back in waiting for the biting December winds.

Damien hugged his coat around his body, stepping to the side of the old tar road upon hearing the engine of a car.

To his surprise, as it slowed next to him, he recognized it as Kain’s car.

Kain rolled down the window. “You look cold, Damien. Get in. I have somewhere we can go.”

Damien got in, thankful to be out of the cold and in the warmth of the heater. “Thanks, Kain.”

Kain smiled, watching Damien in his peripheral as he drove off.

The drive was silent. Damien spent his time looking out of the window, watching the trees as they rushed by. The way he spoke to his father bothered him but it upset him that he’d been treated like a criminal. Chelsea was his friend, he’d never do anything to hurt her.

When they turned off the main road to a small gravel country road, Damien turned to ask. “Where are we going?”

“You will see.” Kain only smiled, refusing to avert his eyes from the rocky road.

They pulled up to a rustic log cabin that looked like it could have been built during the age of the Civil war, sitting back into the side of a hill, hidden by the line of trees from the main road.

Kain turned off the engine and got out of the car, followed closely by Damien.

“What is this place?” Damien asked, his awe at the old house apparent on his face.

“This is my home. I’m not here too often because of the demands of being an alpha and the full time job at the bowling alley but it serves its purpose.”

A sharp howl rang out in the trees. The sudden sound made Damien tense out of the memory of his encounter with Stoker.

Kain chuckled. “It’s okay. That’s Clint. This is my pack’s territory.” He unlocked the door to let them inside.

Damien closed the door behind him, taking his jacket off and setting his backpack down.

“Make yourself at home. I will get the fire started and make tea and coffee.” Kain said, making his way into the kitchen.

Damien looked around, taking in every detail. The cabin looked like one of those hunting lodges he and his dad would stay in on their camping trips. The brick fireplace served as the only source of heat in the living room. The sofa and chair had leather bases with fabric cushions decorated with native patterns.

Even the stairs were crafted from wood and creaked under foot when Damien walked up into a short hallway with a long runner rug on the floor. From what he could see, there were three bedrooms and two bathrooms.

All in all, the place felt really old but still modern.

Damien went back downstairs to the living room to find Kain putting wood into the maw of the fireplace.

“I