The Curse of Moose Lake (International Monster Slayers Book 1) by Helwig Bethany

Author:Helwig, Bethany [Helwig, Bethany]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Brightway Books, LLC
Published: 2016-10-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

I can’t sleep. I check my phone thinking an hour has passed only to find it’s been ten minutes. I lay that way for the longest time and keep checking my phone until eventually I sit up, hug my legs to my chest, and stare out the window. The moon is out and just past full so I can see everything outside in shades of gray.

The light in the barn eventually goes out but Jefferson never comes inside. I check my phone again. It’s 3:00 a.m.

Reading the file on my parents has given me some answers but has also led to more questions. Who was the black wolf? Was it Draco’s presence that stopped it? If so, why has the wolf come back now? Why was Draco here in the first place? I know he was one of the founders of the IMS and a majestic class dragon, one of only six on earth. I’ve never actually seen Draco in his dragon form. In fact, I’ve only seen him twice that I can remember and each time was as a human looking to be about in his forties—tall, slim, and overall rather average looking apart from something in the way he held himself that made all eyes turn in his direction. But as a majestic class, in his dragon form he would be about the size of a house and an enormous source of magical power. What would a werewolf be to him?

Then again, what could I possibly be to him? My hand automatically touches my shoulder where the three talon marks are hidden under my sleeve. I never understood why Draco had chosen to give me a piece of his magic. So far it hasn’t really given me any astounding gifts. I don’t call my strength amazing by any measure. Sure, it comes in handy for kicking in doors and hauling Hawk out of trouble but it’s not like I’m shooting lasers out of my eyes or tossing around buildings with the power of my mind.

It certainly hasn’t made me able to handle the current situation. If only his magic had given me exemplary social skills, that would have been helpful—or something to track down this monster roaming in secret somewhere in Moose Lake.

Jefferson hadn’t let me open the evidence bags and right now I wish I could hug myself to my mother’s jacket. He said we can open them when the case has been solved. I’ll hold him to that. I try to block out the image of those crime scene photos but they keep coming back to me. I wipe my face a few times. I could really use a hug but I don’t want to disturb Hawk. So I grab my pillow and hug it to my chest. I curl up like a five-year-old with a security blanket but I don’t care in the darkness of night where no one can see me. I let myself fall apart so I can put myself back together stronger.

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