The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214: A Horrible Idea

(Third Person).

After finishing their meal, Dennis and Jeffery pushed their plates aside and stood from the small table.

The thick scent of roasted goat and spiced stew still hung in the air as they made their way through the lively restaurant, nodding curtly at the staff who bowed in gratitude after receiving their payment.

Once outside, the afternoon sun beamed down from a clear sky, casting long shadows across the parking lot.

They crossed to the far end, where their black SUV sat tucked away in the car park area.

Dennis unlocked the doors, and the two men climbed inside, shutting out the ambient city noise as the doors thudded closed.

Inside, silence settled between them as they watched the entrance of the restaurant through their side mirrors and rearview.

Jeffery leaned his elbow against the window and muttered, "Do we wait or follow?"

"We will wait," Dennis replied, his tone casual but sharp. "If we follow her now, she will think we are another set of abductors, and that title wouldn’t look good on us."

Jeffery grunted in agreement.

Dennis and Jeffery waited as minutes ticked by.

Then Dennis let out a breath and said, "You know, you should be the one to talk to her. You are the serious type."

Jeffery shot him a dry look. "That’s exactly why it shouldn’t be me. One look at me and she will think I’m here to abduct her all over again."

Dennis chuckled. "You do have that terrifying uncle-at-the-funeral look."

"I will wear it proudly if it keeps idiots in line."

A moment later, the restaurant door opened. The woman stepped out alone, clutching her purse and walking slowly, as though the world had become a tightrope.

Her eyes flicked side to side, clearly on edge. The trauma from the last few days still wrapped around her like a second skin.

Dennis pushed open the door and stepped out.

He moved calmly, hands away from his body, his posture non-threatening. "Excuse me," he called softly.

The woman flinched and turned, her eyes widening with fear when she saw him.

"I’m not here to hurt you," Dennis said gently, his voice smooth and disarming. "I just... I overheard your story inside. I’m sorry for your loss."

Her fingers tightened around her purse strap. She didn’t respond, but she didn’t run either.

Dennis took that as permission to continue. "I’m part of the Duskmoor Security Unit. We are trying to understand what’s been happening to people like you—those who’ve been taken."

The woman blinked, her shoulders slowly lowering. "You... you’re a werewolf."

"Yes," he admitted readily. "But I’m also someone who gives a damn about what’s happening in this city. And about people like you."

She bit her lip, then gave a small nod. "What do you want to know?"

Dennis’s gaze remained steady. "Do you remember where they took you? Anything about the location?"

The woman shook her head. "No. I was unconscious when they moved me. Both times. I never saw anything outside the cell."

"What about inside? Sounds, voices?"

She hesitated. "Sometimes... I heard people talking behind the metal walls. They used weird words. I couldn’t make sense of most of it. But I remember... ’termination,’ ’phase three,’ and someone said something about ’specimens.’"

Dennis’s jaw tightened, but his expression didn’t change. "Did your car have a black box or tracking system that night?"

She shook her head again. "No. It’s an old model. Just basic systems."

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