“Master, I feel nervous,” said Jack.
Good, better not to lie about his adrenaline rush. Wolfstrom was an alpha’s alpha. Even she shook at the knees in his presence.
Wolfstrom jutted his chin at Jack, his eyes narrowed in distain. “I know, human, you must feel out-numbered?”
“Yes, master, that’s it.”
Wolfstrom smiled. “I understand.”
Cricket bit the inside of her cheek. What the heck was going on? Jack belonged to Henrik and if caught spying didn’t his primary master decide his fate? Wolfstrom hated all humans, even the ones loyal to his pack.
The elevator dropped. Biosafety Level 1, 2, 3, 4. They went down to the level 4.
Jack’s heart rate climbed. “I need a bio suit, master.”
Wolfstrom narrowed his eyes at Jack. “Trust me, human.”
“Yes, master.”
“Master, Biosafety Level 4 requires a suit, regardless,” said Cricket. “For humans.”
Wolfstrom grinned down at her. “Indeed. I forgot you were trained in the biological sciences. Perhaps, since you are more human than wolf you are a bit concerned?”
“Yes, master.”
The doors opened. Behind the glass, lycans prepared solutions alongside two humans dressed in bio-suits with respirators. How much did their loyal humans know about Wolfstrom’s nefarious plans to wipe out humans?
They walked past several empty blood-stained rooms and opened the last room. A clean one.
“Variant Midgard’s incubation period is six hours, often less,” said Wolfstrom.
Cricket blinked. “You’ve exposed humans?”
“We had 1000 test subjects of both genders and all ages. Now we prepare for the final release.”
Cricket gaped. Shit. Since he told her the plan, he probably didn’t intend to let her live. Or worse, thought she’d go along with his plan.
Jack paled. Didn’t his secret cabal want to carry out population control as well?
“Don’t look so shocked, Jack,” said Wolfstrom. “I mean Robert Kraig.”
“Excuse me?”
Coldness hit her core. Yep, we are both dead.
Wolfstrom smirked. “You heard me. Robert, son of Alistair Kraig.
Jack bowed. “Master, I’m Jack Tate, Henrik’s devoted servant.”
Cricket chimed in. “Yeah, he was instrumental in capturing Prince Slade.”
Wolfstrom narrowed his eyes at her. “Robert’s father is the head of The Keep.”
She stared at Jack who, exposed, kept his cool and frowned at her.
“Is that what this bitch told you?” asked Jack.
“Hey, how would I know anything?” she spat.