She gaped and slowly backed against the wall. “Something is happening,” she said doing her best to sound shocked.
“Unfortunately, the transition takes about five minutes, but I’m hoping to speed it up.”
The men stood to what must be seven feet in height. Their drooling mouths stretched into wolf-like jaws. Fangs emerged. Their fingernails turned into long dagger-like claws. Their feet shifted into giant paws. She once witnessed the lycan enforcer, Dominic, turn into this human-wolf monster stage. He could speak, but it sounded more like a growl. That image had ingrained in her brain, and encouraged her vow to remain loyal to the pack. Even the alphas had remained in their wolf form when around her. Time to act normal. She grabbed the door handle and though it was locked, she shook it. “Let me out.”
Bolton remained calm. “Don’t worry, they are under my complete command. Watch.” He signaled for them to come closer. They came forward and remained still in front of Bolton. They cocked their heads at her and snarled.
Bolton smiled. “How are you doing, Ed?”
The gray werewolf nodded. “Feeling great.”
Emma gasped. A few alpha lycans in bipedal monster form could speak, but not as clear as these men. With the exception of Lev, as least according to what she’d been told, no other lycan spoke while in wolf form. Another major difference between the two varieties of werewolves.
Bolton turned to Lee, who appeared an inch shorter than Ed, but stockier. “And you?”
“Never better.”
Bolton turned to Emma and smiled. “Now for your final interview before you get the job.”
Emma swallowed. “Sure. I can also upload my resume and research papers for you as well.”
“I have those, Jane,” he drawled.
“Good.”
“In fact, I hired, or rather broke out of prison, one of the world’s best hackers.”
Emma’s skin grew cold. “You are telling me this…why?” The two werewolves locked eyes on her as if waiting for Bolton’s command to attack.
“I have to admit, according to my hacker who looked into your so called research and even university degrees, your cover was foolproof.”
“Cover?”
Bolton addressed Ed. “What do you think?”
He growled and then answered him in a demonic tone. “Have her remove her glasses, mask and wig.”
Bolton gave her a sick grin. “Go on, remove them.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about.”
Ed clawed off her wig and the net holding her long dark hair fell to the ground.
She laughed nervously. “Hey, so what if I’m not a natural blonde.”
Bolton frowned. “Remove the mask, Agent York, or he might just claw off your face with it.”
Shit. Not only was her cover blown, but he knew her identity. At least her CIA name.
The werewolf lifted his claw.
“Okay, give me a minute.” She removed the mask and dropped it.
Bolton clapped. “Very good. I’ve heard so much about your ability to transform into a different person.”
From who? Please, Nik, be looking for me. The question is why am I still alive? “If you had hired a better assassin, you wouldn’t have entertained me.”
“Assassin? What are you talking about?”