Page 72 of Lunar Desires
Agent Winter tapped on the notepad in his lap.
“Aaron will then type up both reports and send them to Stefan,” Erin added.
Aaron nodded in agreement, munching on a slice of angel cake.
Alice grimaced, making a sound like a growl. “Shame about him coming here on Sundays.”
“Kills the Sunday mood for sure,” April said.
All three siblings nodded in unison.
“Assuming Sunday is a rest day,” Ollie threw in.
Erin sighed. “The apocalypse certainly won’t be taking a day off.”
So gloomy. This tea needed to transform into spiced rum.
“Anyway, let’s get to it,” Erin said, sipping her tea. “Firstly, we now have twenty-four-hour protection from the High Coven. As we speak, there are witchcops patrolling the border of the mansion. I have a direct line to the commander in charge, as do you. Aaron has sent updates to your phones.”
Clever Aaron, the maths-loving tech wizard.
“Use me as a buffer in case you don’t feel like putting your questions directly to her,” Jake chimed in.
I really liked Jake. I got the sense of his loyalty just by being near him. And I knew for sure he’d be amazing on a night out.
Isaac shuffled in his seat, folding his arms and crossing his legs.
Ollie glanced at him, a flicker of concern on his face lasting a few seconds, swiftly replaced by indifference.
Erin sat forward a little, her hands clasped together. “Within the last five minutes, I’ve finally made contact with Preston’s adopted family.”
I sucked down a sharp breath, a rush of surprise making my head spin.
Isaac looked at me, shock written all over his face. “What did they say? Where is he?”
Erin’s mouth drooped a little with sadness.
Oh, God. No. Please don’t say he’s?—
“He’s still missing,” she said, “but they’ve emailed us a photo of him.” She pulled out her phone, handing Isaac the device first.
A photo? An actual photo?
Wow. This was major, the first time seeing his face.
“His family are a pack of werewolves living in Llandrindod Wells, Wales,” Erin said. “They lost contact with him after he traveled to London to meet a friend. The last they heard from him was when he arrived in the city. After that, he disappeared. They’ve been conducting their own search since, coming up empty every time, without any details on this friend.”
The phone finally came to me. My hands were trembling as I held it up to see The Star for the first time.
Blue eyes, platinum blond hair, and a pale complexion similar to mine. Taken at what looked like the Brecon Beacons on a sunny day. Smiling, happy, his hands in his pockets.
“Preston,” I whispered, my little finger tracing the screen. “Where are you?”
How could he just disappear?
Was he running from something or someone? Was he scared and alone, desperate for help? This helplessness, this fog around him, it twisted me up inside.
“Fuck,” Isaac said. “What are we supposed to do?”
