Blue Moon

Chapter 1

"There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls." - George Carlin

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Damien Calloway's office didn't resemble the average CEO office, if there is an average office layout for a CEO, that is. The first thing you saw when you entered the room was the giant glass window that stretched from the floor to the ceiling overlooking the woods that surrounded the area. The second thing that tended to catch one's eye, was the large tree growing in the center of the room. Damien's father had planted the sycamore, he had said it was to symbolize the growth of the werewolf community, as long as the tree prospered, so would the North American Association of Werewolves. 

Unfortunately, Damien never liked the tree. He was there the day that his father planted it and he was there the day that it was cut down and not one day in between was he ever glad that it was sitting in the middle of the office, shedding it's leaves and getting dirt on the wood floors. He should have realized that cutting it down and removing it would be a bad idea, but he tended to do what he wished so he hired people to remove the tree and repatch the wood in the floor. Later that day he went to a new club opening with his best friend, Brad, slept with a beautiful young girl, and didn't call her back. That was the day that the wolf community fell just like the tree.

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For the first time ever Damien Calloway opened his eyes to a full on hangover, the light burned, the sounds hurt his ears and his body ached. He immediately closed his eyes again and let out a long groan as he pulled the covers over his head creating a cozy cocoon that he honestly wouldn't mind staying in forever. Unfortunately, he was rudely reawakened just a few seconds later when the blankets were forcfully ripped off of him revealing his tan skin. Damien could help but shiver when the cold air hit him. He had never gotten cold ever since his first shift, why would he be cold now? Was it the hangover, then again he shouldn't even been getting a hangover in the first place, he is a werewolf after all. Damien opened his eyes slowly in question only to shut them again quickly as the light stung. "Whose there?" He asked in a gruff voice, he obviously did not want to be disturbed. "Brad, is that you? Just fuck off will you, I think I finally realize why human scum hate hangovers."

Damien's muscles flexed as he pushed himself, he was obviously built even though he rarely went to work out at the gym, he didn't have much free time between work, the pack, and partying which was understandable. His strong jaw tightened as the headache washed through his head wreaking havoc. 

"Alpha Calloway, we have important matters to discuss, get up now." A loud commanding voice flooded his head and gave him a terrible headache, he felt as if his brain was ripping in two while he was standing in a pit of hot lava. Once again he opens his eyes and is immediately shocked to see Elder Green standing in front of him. Elder Green is the oldest, wisest and bossiest of all the werewolf elders, he immediately filled with curiousity but then regretted excersizing his hurting mind and began to clear his head of thoughts.

"Yes, yes, what do you need?" He managed groggily as he got up and stumbled over to his closet where he found his aviator sunglasses. Green then led him into his kitchen where Elders Fernadez and Benson were standing expectantly. "Sit down Calloway."

"I prefer to be addressed by Alpha Calloway if you don't mind," Damien spoke with authority, even with his new aches and pains. Hopefully they wouldn't last long, although maybe it would allow him to call in sick for work today, maybe this would play out to be in his favor.

The Elders shifted angrily and Elder Fernandez stepped forward. "Calloway, did you or did you not have, how should I put this, relations with a girl named Cecilia Vaughn a week ago?"