Official, my ass. Plain and simple murder. Nonetheless, she wouldn’t make it easy for Saskia. “I need more than running shoes to get away from Saskia.” A wolfsbane rifle would be nice.
“There is a small chance the chimera drug will work on you.”
“Not that I want to be canine, but it took Nexus almost a month before she changed.”
“The new drug I gave you should accelerate the process.”
“If it worked,” Emma said.
“Perhaps stress will initiate the change.”
“How about a set of car keys?”
“You are quite amusing.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “So when do I start the run-for-my life marathon?”
“At midnight.” He smiled. “Tonight is the full moon, so you should be able to see well enough.”
She smirked. “A full moon with werewolves on the hunt, how Hollywood. The only thing missing is my wolfsbane rifle.”
A man entered and spoke to Bolton. “Sir, there’s a problem with the hunting route.”
“Explain.”
“There is a boy’s club backpacking in the area. According to the visitor’s station log, some foster child program. Our drone spotted them. They saw the drone and waved, saying they were lost.”
“What?”
“Sorry, sir. I believe they have not gone officially missing yet. Is there anything you want me to do?”
“How many?”
“One chaperone and three eleven-year old boys.”
“How the hell did they end up this far from the national park?”
“The drone spotted an empty canoe washed up miles away.”
“They need to get the hell off my land.”
“Not sure what happened to the canoe, but they must have swum ashore.”
Bolton smirked. “This will please Saskia. Plenty of little snacks for her pack of criminals.”
Emma gaped. “Have you lost your humanity?”
“Every bit of it. I may be cured, but I still plan on creating a powerful army of savage werewolves. No time like the present for a good practice run.”
“Don’t do this.” She swallowed. “Just hand me over and leave the campers alone.”
“How heroic of you.” He chuckled. “You think Saskia will postpone the predator/prey game so you can save some brats?”
“They’re children.”
Bolton opened his mouth to say something, then paused, his eyes wide as if she had told him it would rain gold coins. “Yes, children. Imagine, little werewolf pups.”
Oh, no. He wanted to use them as guinea pigs. “The drug could kill them. You can’t!”