He made it sound like a vacation outing, but her gut told her the tour would be anything but. They entered the glass building that now resembled a state of the art medical research facility, similar to her headquarters. Lycans and humans wearing lab coats worked in various rooms. The smell of disinfectant fluids diffused from the lab rooms throughout the building. Hmm. Breeding a super werewolf race or perhaps something more nefarious? Ragnarok, the Viking Apocalypse did not bode well. Each human had a missing pinky. “So what’s up with mutilating human digits?”
“It’s part
of their employment agreement.”
“You mean to join your gang.”
“Just an extra precaution after they sign the lycan non-disclosure contract to show their loyalty to our cause.”
“Which is?”
“Like I said a new beginning toward a perfect world.”
“That’s kind of vague.” Comic book master of evil vague.
He pressed the elevator button, and they entered. “All will be explained by our leader, Wolfstrom.”
Did I just hit my head and end up in a comic book series with an evil werewolf organization lead by a were named Wolfstrom? “No spoilers, I take it?”
They exited the elevator and walked along a long hallway. He used a keycard to open a door. “You will stay here until we are ready for you. Feel free to shower and or freshen up. You will find all the comforts of a fine hotel.”
Cricket stepped in. “Not bad. This will do for a short stay.”
“I’m hoping a longer stay will be in order, yes?”
Longer meant they’d keep her alive, but for how long? “Until my pack gets here.”
Henrik laughed. “Do you mean Team Greywolf?”
Very few outside of Rylee’s pack and the royal sovereigns knew of the elite team of werewolf warriors. Could one of them be a mole? “Team who?”
“I found details about Prince Slade in Dr. Warner’s locked files. Seems he wishes or has joined the team. The file is where he mentioned you being his calming pill.”
“Companion.”
“We’ll pick you up later and introduce you to the rest of our pack.”
He locked her in. Nonetheless, she tried to open the door. No chance without the master keycard.
She investigated the so-called hotel room which turned out to look like a hotel suite, minus the entertainment, room service phone, windows and freedom. A prison cell with fine silk blankets and soft white towels.
Slade allowed the beta wearing a white lab coat to draw his blood.
After he put away five test tubes of Slade’s blood, the beta nodded. “Done for today.”
How much more testing of his blood would they do? What the fuck were they looking for? Slade followed a guard back to a white van outside the lab room. He held back a sigh of relief and sat next to Cricket.
She smiled. “Hey.”
He growled on seeing her bound by a collar and leash. “Are you okay?”
“As long as I keep my seatbelt on.”
He stared down and stiffened. “What the fuck?”
Henrik who sat next to the driver, turned and flashed a remote. “One push and a small bomb will tear her to pieces.” He sighed. “Cleaning innards out of the grey interior is such dirty work, yes?”
“I said I won’t try anything.”