Blessing of Luna (Wolfgods Book 1) by Blaise Ramsay (best books for 20 year olds TXT) 📕

uneasy at the thought of introducing herself to Damien's father. She'd been alone for so long, she'd almost forgotten how to act casually around humans.

“I'm Charlie Pierce,” Charlie extended his hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss?”

“Jillian. Jillian Styles.” She shook his outstretched hand.

“Well Jillian, I have no idea how my son managed to get such a gorgeous woman but I'm glad he did.”

Damien playfully shoved his dad. “Jill is the one I’ve been seeing all this time. She was the one who picked me up after the accident with the truck.”

“I was going to ask how that happened, Dame. The truck was in bad shape. I’m glad Jill was there to help you,” Charlie’s jovial mood turned severe. “I know you told me you fell asleep at the wheel but there were indentions on the step rails resembling human hands. A man from what our crime scene unit could tell.”

Damien looked over to Jill, silently asking her for help.

“I saw those indentions, Charlie. Rocks roll down those hills all the time. The side of the ditch Damien drove into was full of them. Maybe they were responsible?” Jill answered as though she’d rehearsed the line.

No telling how many times she’d had to make up excuses for vampire attacks throughout her life.

“That could be. No reason to think about it now I suppose. I’m just glad Damien found someone to care for him. His mother and I tried everything we could think of.” Charlie took Jill's hands in his, revealing them to be rough and cracked from the trials he'd had to face in his life.

“Take care of him, Jill. I am so thankful for you. Would you like to come in? I'd love to learn more about my son's girlfriend.”

“Sure. If you don't mind though, I'd like to change clothes.” Damien chimed in, catching a devious chuckle coming from the gorgeous woman beside him.

Charlie and Jill sat in the living room drinking hot coffee after Charlie built a fire to heat the room against the cold outside.

“They say we're about ready to get our first snow of the season. I can't wait! It'd be nice to enjoy the decorations covered in white powder. Of course, it's one of my busiest times of year since so many people tend to get stuck,” Charlie laughed at his own story. He often got called out to get folks out of their cars after being buried in snow. “I know I shouldn't be laughing but some things you just can't help. How about you, Jillian? Do you live close?”

Jill didn't really have a place she called home. She was mostly nomadic unless she was spending time at Gabriel's gym or staying with Kain. On rare occasions she had been known to stay with Holt.

“You could say that. I work as a private investigator. Sometimes for your office. When I'm not working I tend to spend my time at Solstice to kick box. The owner there is a personal friend.”

Damien came downstairs, freshly showered and happy to be in his own clothes, settling on a black t-shirt shirt and jeans.

Jill's heart fluttered in her chest when his scent hit her nose. That rich, spicy, dark musk she spent so many moons pining for brought about an overwhelming heat inside of her.

“What'd I miss?” Damien sat next to Jill on the couch, throwing his arm around her shoulder.

Jill smiled, leaning her head against his chest. Her hand came to rest on his leg, rubbing the muscle underneath his jeans.

“Nothing much. Jill just told me what she did as a job and where she liked to work out. Dame, I’m afraid we’re going to have to cancel our camping trip. The town needs me here.” Charlie leaned forward, the look on his face serious, his mouth and eyes flattening into a thin line.

“Why? What’s going on?” Damien asked, feeling both relieved that he didn’t have to go and concerned about the look on his father’s face.

“There have been some strange things going on around here lately. Livestock have gone missing from some of the local farms. A few people too. We hadn't found anything to point us to the problem yet but I want you to be careful.” Charlie took a drink of his coffee.

“How many?” Damien asked, the feeling of unease and nausea settling in his stomach.

Jill paid close attention as the two men exchanged words. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she fought not bare her fangs. A low growl rose in the back of her throat.

“So far not many people. Just mostly animals. We did find a few carcasses torn all to hell. Maybe a wolf, coyote or something got to them but until we know what's going on, be very careful.”

Jill got deathly still. Her gaze was so intense it would burn the wall if it could. She stood up suddenly, her fists clenched at her sides.

Once again her kind had been indirectly accused of the carnage plaguing the town when she knew exactly who was responsible.

“I have to go. It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Pierce.” She said as she grabbed her jacket and keys, heading back out to her car.

Damien got up quickly and followed closely on her heels until they reached the door.

“Jill, what's going on?” When she didn't stop, he reached out to grab her wrist. “Don't you dare close me out. Tell me what's bothering you.”

Jill took a deep breath, releasing it slowly to calm herself. She turned around, reminding herself that nothing happening was Damien's fault.

Gently she placed her hand on his face, softly rubbing it. “I'm sorry, Damien. I have to leave you for now. I have to tell Kain, Gabriel and Holt what's going on. Stay here with your dad. Don't go