Kiss of the Moon

Chapter 5

©CRGangell aka Whitesabretooth

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Chapter 5

Nathanael jerked out of his sound sleep; he released Clare and rolled over fumbling for his beeper to turn it off before his mate tore his throat out. She hated being woken up in the middle of the night because of HIS stupid job. She growled a low throaty sound, on the verge of waking up. Managing to get a hold of the small piece of plastic he pressed the button to silence it. He held his breath for a moment and waited, he heard her breathing deepen again.

He sighed relief; all he needed was to turn up to a crime scene with red welts from his angry mate. Thankfully the people he worked with knew what he was and knew what Clare was like when she was rudely awoken and often chuckled at his welts. She had even had a growl at the police chief who had been silly enough to use the land line to get a hold of him in the middle of the night.

He carefully eased himself from the bed and tiptoed from the room once he had his mobile and into the room across the hall before he turned a light on and opened his phone. After dialling the number his beeper indicated, he held it to his ear and listened to it ring. It had barely rang once before it was picked up which was his first indicator that something big had gone down. “This had better be good,” He told the man on the other side of the phone, it wasn’t often that he got calls at night but when they first realised that he was Were and his mate could be vicious they had called deliberately a few times.

“Did Clare stick her claws in?” An amused voice he knew belonged to the police chief asked.

“No… but it was close.” He answered. “What has you dragging me from my sleep?” He asked, Police Chief Richards only ever called him when there was a weird case or if it was possible a Were or Other was involved.

“This has Were written all over it Nathanael,” Richards replied.

“Okay… give me the address and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Nathanael scribbled the address down. “Make sure my assistant has coffee.” He warned before he hung up, dressing quickly in the spare clothes he always kept in the other room and once dressed he left the room and grabbed his keys and phone before quickly left his modest little home. He drove quickly, the streets almost quiet at this time of night as he pulled up to a man who was holding crime scene tape. With a quick motion he pulled his credentials from the centre console and showed it to the officer manning the road block.

He pulled over and got out, he went to the back of his car and pulled on a little disposable jump suit to protect his clothes and prevent contamination from his clothes. Little paper shoe covers did the same thing. He grabbed a large bag and went to where the body was. As a county coroner it wasn’t uncommon for him to be called to crime scenes, so that he could give a preliminary report on the victim but generally the police only called him if the death looked violent to give his opinion on whether it was Were or not. They had learnt the hard way that the sooner the Alpha knew there was a problem the sooner it would be fixed and troubled rogue taken out.

He started breathing through his mouth the closer he got to the body, it still didn’t stop him from smelling and tasting the air around the deceased person. His assistant joined him offering him a cup, it took the thin younger man a moment before he turned and ran from the sight before him. Nathanael could hear him reaching what little was in his stomach into a bush. His eyes scanned the mess before him, he could understand his assistant’s reaction and could hear the reaction from several other seasoned officers.