63

Damien's POV.

I stared at the investigative line up I sketched in a piece of paper and furrowed my brows. I was getting nowhere, several days into it and still no results.

Nothing connected the hooded figure to someone in the pack. One could only point it back to Arielle but even that made no sense.

The way of the Goddess was complicated and full of questions. I tried to understand why two children; one blessed with doom, the other harboring a curse were present in this land.

Did the Goddess see it like some kind of game, some form of entertainment for the beings here in this realm?

I pushed back the paper and covered my face.

"This is all shit, bullshit!" I kicked the table and looked at the ceiling. "Who the hell is this hooded man? What is his agenda?"

I banged the table with my fist in frustration, just as Raymond knocked on the door.

"Can I come in?" Raymond asked.

"Yes," I growled, glaring at the half opened door.