Free The Werewolf Ranger (Moonbound Book 3) by Krystal Shannan, Camryn Rhys Page B

sent by anyone. I go to that building every week.” The young father didn’t cower, and he didn’t look frightened.
    Rain had to give him backbone credit. Alex was a little terrifying to a civilian, all eyebrows and anger.
    “Someone sent you,” Alex said. “You don’t just go to a place like that out of curiosity. Did you…” he trailed off, then growled, “Did you patronize that establishment? Were you looking for a piece of something?”
    The priest crossed himself and Rain put a hand out to hold back the angry wolf.
    “Why were you at the building, Father?” Rain asked.
    “I told you, I go there every week.”
    Tomás took a moment to translate for Maggie, who had her hand on his shoulder. The group took a collective sigh.
    “You’re going there to check for new girls? Or what?” Alex leaned in to the priest’s face. “You like ‘em young, asshole?”
    The priest recoiled, disgust on his face. “No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    Rain pushed on Alex’s shoulder and backed him up. In English, he hissed, “Will you stop? You’re not getting anywhere.”
    Miami flexed his chest and looked down at Rain’s hand. “Get your hand off me, jackass.”
    “Think about this.” He leaned in to his ear. “You’ve asked him all these questions already, haven’t you?”
    Alex shrugged. “Yeah, but you might have to ask things over and over until they get that you’re not joking around.”
    “Look, I’ve done enough interrogating to know. He’s being deliberately cryptic.”
    Miami cocked his head to one side. “What the hell does that mean?”
    “You asked him all this. Multiple times. He keeps giving the same answers. There has to be some reason he’s not giving up the information.” Rain stepped back. “Just let me take a shot at him.”
    Alex pushed Rain’s hand off him and huffed back toward the door.
    “You think he’s waiting for some kind of password or something?” The Professor said from behind the girls.
    “That’s what it feels like.” Rain turned back to the priest. “I don’t think he was a patron.”
    “What, you think you’re Mr. Criminal Minds or some shit?” Alex’s voice rang out from behind the whole group, but Rain couldn’t see him.
    “No. But I am a Ranger. I’ve done this before. Plus, I’m the team leader, so what I say goes.”
    “Yeah, you’re doing a great job leading the team .” Alex’s taunt hung in the air and no one would meet Rain’s eyes. “So far, all you’ve really done is fuck the boss’s daughter—the person who was put in charge by the alpha council, I might add.”
    Rain made a move and Maggie had him by the shoulders before he could push his way through the group. But he wasn’t going to take the bullshit from them anymore. They were in the middle of a mission. They needed to be united.
    “Just let me interrogate the guy,” Rain said. “And stop getting in his face because you’re pissed at me.” He called those last words over the heads of the group, but Alex didn’t respond. Rain knelt on the ground next to Tomás. “Look, Father,” he said in Spanish, “We’re here looking for the man who owned that building. We’re running into dead ends, and we mean to see justice done. So I need you to tell me. Why do you go to that building every week?”
    The priest raised one eyebrow. “You know the man who owns the building?”
    “We need to find him, so he can be brought to justice.”
    “ Vengeance is mine , says the Lord,” the priest said, his eyes low.
    “So you do know something about that place?” Tomás injected into the conversation, his voice earnest.
    “I know that Father Juan asked me to go there every week.” He looked from face to face, around the group. “Are you here for the book?”
    Rain nodded. “We are here for the book.”
    “Father Juan said, if I ever came upon anyone at the building, I should put the book in the wing of the Statue of the Archangel Gabriel in the west