Slade (Team Greywolf 1)

Now all she needed was a phone. Shouldn’t be a problem since they communicated with one another throughout the territory. How do you snatch one from an alert werewolf? Distractions, bribes, and stealth? She donned her white coveralls and frowned. White is not my color.

The door unlocked, and Henrik entered. He sniffed twice. “I’m happy to see you’re feeling better, yes?”

Cricket bowed and muttered, “I’d feel much better if I can get out of zee master race territory.”

Henrik huffed. “I assume your disrespect is due to your greater human nature, beta.”

Beta, my ass. “See, that’s what I don’t get. Why keep me and harvest my eggs? How do I fit into the master species scheme of things?”

“Wolfstrom thinks your progeny can be our worker bees.”

Now I’m all for birth control. She folded her arms. “You mean slaves.”

He laughed. “Purebred humans will be our slaves. Your offspring will be an intermediary species. Their masters. Our middle men.”

“I doubt humans will put up with their low status.”

“Oh, but they shall. You made that possible.”

“Really, I don’t remember that small detail.”

“Quite simple. Your blood serum is the cure for Variant Midgard. Any dissent and we’ll threaten to infect them. If they agree to our terms, we’ll offer them the cure. Wolfstrom even hopes to develop a vaccine in the next year. Fortunately, we have enough of your serum.”

Cricket’s skin tightened. Better to go along with them. For now. “How do I know I’m on the winning side?”

Henrik grinned, baring long canines. “Trust me. You are.”

As much as she knew the outcome, a deep desire to scratch out his eyes urged her to lunge at him. She clasped her hands together, keeping her claws in check. I’m not going to die a stupid death. Mission. Contact Team Greywolf. Stop their evil plans. Rescue Slade. Or was it too late? Was Slade as brainwashed as the other kidnapped werewolves? “What about Slade?”

“The prince is no longer Slade.”

Cricket swallowed a painful lump in her throat. “So your drug worked.”

“Indeed, my formula finally did. Both on him and a stubborn Siberian wolf named Nikolay. The two appear to have dominant traits for their wolf side and will make excellent sires.”

“You are not the only one who thinks Prince Slade is quite the stud.” She hadn’t seen Slade for almost a week. “This drug of yours, how fast does it work?”

“The amnesia begins the same night the treatment is administered then we implant vague new memories and it works. In a few weeks, he will think he’s remembered his past. Like the others, including Randi whose trail you followed to us.”

Trapped you mean. “So are you keeping Nikolay and Slade away from the others?”

“Nikolay now goes by the name, Gregarin, and has been reunited with his mate.”

“As in your selected female?”

“Precisely. When he woke, she sat by his side.”

“Ditto for Slade, I suppose.”

“Agrippa, formerly Sandra Lupus will be his escort at tonight’s rally.”

“Dr. Warner’s kidnapped mental patient?” She’d been suffering from morphopsychosis and had nearly killed an alpha female for the male.

“She’s sane enough for the prince.”

“What makes you think she won’t go psycho mom?”

“Don’t worry. The omegas will raise the pups. Naturally, the prince will have more than one mate.”