Slade (Team Greywolf 1)

Barbaric. Even on a hunt, they killed their prey before eating its flesh. To do anything else was…just evil. She flared her nostrils. No humans around. They would probably bring the victim out at the last minute.

Wolfstrom returned to the stage to the howls of his loyal pack. He grinned, baring long sharp fangs. “I shall show you how we will begin Ragnarok.” The sick documentary started with the vials of Variant Midgard, the high mortality rate bioweapon released to wipe out mankind. Disgusting pictures of humans dying or rather decaying then melting until death ended their suffering. She glanced at Slade’s reaction. None. He simply stared with cold eyes at what happened to hundreds of victims.

Wolfstrom paused the slideshow. “This, my loyal brothers and sisters, is how we will deliver our weapon.” The screen showed a hanger of thousands of small drones, each the size of a handheld remote. “The evidence will point to acts of terrorism from the Middle East, letting war contribute to the chaos.”

Another werewolf, the drone specialist came in and explained how cargo planes or freight ships would deliver the drones. He continued the film, which demonstrated how a drone could enter a building or football stadium and dispense the microbe. “Our omegas are working 24/7 to build more before our launch day, however, due to new circumstance we will begin in the next couple days. We tested our drone on an isolated tribe of humans, and they fell within hours.”

By now, Rylee must have read her text. Blast the place! Slade and she were expendable. Ragnarok must be stopped.

Wolfstrom stood while his throng cheered. Once they silenced, he spoke.

“My son will prove his loyalty to our supreme place on earth by consuming our prey.”

Cricket glanced at Slade. His mate whispered sweet nothings in his ear. He nodded and smiled. He had no qualms about eating a poor human. Her heart broke. I’m sorry I failed you.

Wolfstrom smiled at Slade then he pointed to Cricket.

She turned around. Not even the guard stood behind her. Huh?

A beta brought Slade an ax, and he took it.

Wolfstrom continued, “We didn’t bring a human. Instead, tonight’s meal will be a murderous runt.”

Her skin grew cold. “Hey, how do you expect to take my ova if I’m dead?” And eaten. By my former lover?

Wolfstrom narrowed his eyes. “Don’t think you fooled us with your small size. You are too loyal as an agent of the LIA to betray them.”

A compliment, but at the moment not in a good way. “What do you mean by murderous?”

Wolfstrom pointed at her. “This sub-lycan pushed Prince Raulf off a cliff, straight to his death.”

The packs growled at her and shouted to tear her apart.

She shouted above the din. “How could I possibly shove him off when he locked me in my room?” Then again, no one had witnessed this.

Henrik stepped forward and dangled Raulf’s mobile in front of her face. “Hidden in your room. I imagine you grabbed it before pushing him off the cliff. Then called your pack.”

Slade shadowed by two guards scowled at her, ax in hand.

Wolfstrom turned to Slade. “Cut off her limbs and feed them to the crowd, then dig out her entrails and feed them to your mate.”

“Slade, you can’t. It’s me, Abella.”

“Kill her!” demanded Agrippa.

The bloodthirsty crowd cheered and shifted into wolf form, howling and salivating.

The hell I’m going to let you cut me to pieces. Her adrenaline skyrocketed and despite the odds, she shifted to her dwarf-sized wolf form.

Chapter 19

Slade raged. Torture and kill Cricket? Abella. In her wolf form, she backed, crouched and snarled. A wolf ensnared in a steel jaw trap. Helpless, but no doubt she’d put up a good fight. He stomped toward her, and steps before reaching her, swung his ax at the closest guard, cutting through his carotid. The next attacked, but he crushed his skull.

Cricket tilted her head at him.

Two beta wolves attacked him.

He gave her a quick glance and roared. “Run!”