Nexus frowned. “She sounded pissed.”
“Yes. She was.” He lifted a brow. “Reload the wolfsbane rifle.”
Nexus nodded and starting reloading the gun.
“We are going on a werewolf hunt. Just don’t shoot me in the process.”
“You mean we are going to kill all the werewolves? That won’t be easy.”
“I have to before Rylee’s assistant lands.” Just my luck, a pilot with no combat experience and a newbie werewolf or rather pup. “Don’t worry. I am a good combat comrade.” Nik lifted a brow. “Do you have any idea where Bolton took Emma?”
“His property in Maine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Duh—genius hacker.”
“Good work.”
Emma paced her room. Evidently, she was imprisoned in a mansion. A chandelier and fine paintings adorned her chamber. Posh accommodations, indeed. Emma stopped and looked out the window at a pristine old growth forest. A perfect view for relaxation, except for one thing: Monstrous werewolves would soon inhabit it. She could find no escape options. The door was locked and her room located on the fifth floor. She tried to lift the window and found it sealed shut. Even if she climbed out, the fall would kill her. If she scaled down and slipped, she’d end up with broken bones. Being human put her at a terrible disadvantage. Saskia would not have much of a challenge. Her best bet was to jump off a cliff. At least then she wouldn’t be tortured to death.
Emma stared at her arms, looking for fur. Werewolves often furred, while in human form, especially if stressed. She swished her tongue over her teeth, no fangs. She experienced no extra sensory sense of smell or hearing. The drug probably didn’t take. Then again, she did have a sudden craving for meat. Who knows? She might shift next week, or next month even. Or never, Emma hoped. Too late for escape.
Bolton entered, holding a bag of gym clothes and athletic shoes. “How are we doing?”
We? “Why should it matter? I’m dog-meat anyway.”
“Feeling different, today?”
“Still human, obviously.”
“It might be too early to see if the chimera drug worked.” Bolton shrugged. “It’d be a shame if we don’t get to see if the updated formula worked.”
“Updated? Did you include other DNA?”
“Let’s just say, if it works, we won’t have to worry about remaining as a werewolf. Although, I plan to use the old formula for my army. That is until they go completely insane.” He handed her clothes and running shoes. “Wear this for the hunt.”
Did Bolton know he was completely insane? Emma grabbed the clothes, which were an improvement over her current attire. She thought she’d either remain in her island clothing or be given some flowing white gown. “Too bad Saskia will kill me before you see if your updated drug works.”
“My first priority is the cure. Getting guinea pigs to test the new chimera drug won’t be difficult.”
“Why not let me introduce you to someone who can help you from becoming a werewolf?”
“I don’t trust you.”
“Better odds with me than Saskia. I doubt she’ll give you the formula for the cure.”
Bolton frowned. “I’m afraid you’re right.” He smiled. “I won’t hand you over until I make sure I get the cure and it works.”
“You think she will patiently wait to see if it works?”
“Point taken, but I have no other choice.” He sighed. “If you can buy us some time, I’ll make sure you survive.”
“How?” asked Emma.
“Saskia has agreed to an official hunt while I try out the drug.”