New Age Werewolf Series Book 2: Hunter's Daughter, Alpha's Mate

Part 19: The Wolf of Notre Dame

It was one of the contacts written in the book. It was a little out of my way, but I needed rest. I felt Kyros coming, and though I had hoped to stay longer, I knew I couldn't. 

I called the number and waited.

"Yes, this is Father Joe?"

"Father Joe, I am Leilani--"

"Martin?"

"Yes."

There was an odd  silence. "What is your ETA?"

"Where am I going?"

I was on my way to the University of Notre Dame.  It was a two hour drive from Chicago.  

I called the number again when I got to the property.

"Alright, I need you to go to the seminary and park behind it. You can stay there."

I drove around as he said and turned off my lights after I parked.  A few minutes later, a tall man in a coat came out with a fflat box. He walked to the camper. I rolled the window down. "Father Joe?"

"Yes," He said softly. "and I heard about your father. My deepest sympathies."

I blinked my tears back. "Would you take him?" I turned to get his ashes. 

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, someday I'll come back and spread his ashes the way he wanted, but that time isn't now." Dad loved Shoshone Falls, he was born there. He wanted to be returned there, with the exception of some he said I should take with me wherever I go. Shoshone Falls, however, was in the opposite direction I was going in. "If I can't make it, I'll tell you to take him."

"And I will." He paused. "One of the  students went home for the weekend to visit her parents. You're welcome to stay there, get a shower and a meal." He offered a box. "Steak and potatoes with peas from the dining hall. Just warm it up in the microwave."

"Thanks," I said softly as I took the dinner and keys.  "Can we talk?"

He looked at me. "Alright, let's walk."

We went to the Notre Dame Grotto, or what is also known as the Cave of Candles.

"What did you want to talk about?" he asked as we sat down.

"I am..." I sighed. "I am troubled."

"Your father was a good hunter but also a good man--"

"Not Daddy," I said. "He was--but not him--I mean--" I tried to put my words together. 

"What is it?" Father Joe asked. "Or is it a who?"

"Kyros," I breathed. "Kyros Kincaid."

"Ah, the alpha werewolf, and probably angry because his father is dead."

I gasped. "You know who he is?"

"Of course."

"I'm running from him."

"Running from him," he repeated. "He's still chasing you. Why?"

"It's complicated," I said quickly. "I feel him when he is closing in, and...it's just...complicated."

"What feelings do you have about him?" he asked softly. I could only shake my head, because I didn't know how to answer. "Where are you planning to go?"

"To a place where people can disappear." I shrugged, not wanting to tell anything.

He nodded as if he understood. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You've done so much already, but thanks."

Father Joe smiled and patted my shoulder before leaving. I lit a candle for my parents and my thoughts went straight to Kyros. He was on my mind and I really didn't want to figure out why.