Chernobyl Werewolf (Team Greywolf 3)

“She carries a human werewolf baby.” Lev’s eyes widened. “To be born without the change.”

“But with the ability for offspring to bite others to undergo the change.”

“Like Svetlana’s get.” Lev’s heart raged.

“Anton became addicted to her blood, but since Mia is a good person, she would never use Dominic to do evil like Svetlana did.”

Lev smirked. “Mia does have a way of taming the Big Bad Wolf enforcer.”

Rylee nodded. “Indeed, she does.”

Rachel slowed her frantic run to a leisurely walk. What was she thinking? This was the good old US of A, not Nigeria. She was safe. Enough. And so was Maggie. Madam Montfort was a charlatan. She must have read the police blotters. Found out she reported a wolf in her neighborhood and used that information to freak her out. Why would she say she was in danger? Especially Maggie, who led a very clean normal life. And where did she get off saying Lev was a werewolf? Yet, Madam Montfort hadn’t taken her money.

She turned the corner and froze. Shit. An ambulance idled in front of their home. Maggie!

Rachel dashed in. Maggie lay on the sofa while one paramedic took her vitals and the other entered notes into their tablet. Jim paced, running his hand through his messed hair and mumbling. “Jim, what happened?”

“I don’t know. I came home and found her tied up on the kitchen floor with a blindfold. Someone knocked her out.”

“No way. Not Maggie.” Was this somehow related to the Boko Haram? Maybe they wanted revenge for the death of the terrorists who had kidnapped her. Was it possible they recruited a lone wolf to do the deed? She’d never forgive herself if she brought this down on her friend.

“That’s what I said.”

“Jim,” Maggie slurred.

Rachel walked up to the paramedic. “I’m a doctor.”

“Ma’am. Her vitals are good now.”

Rachel knelt and unconsciously touched her wrist, taking her pulse just to assure herself. “Maggie, what happened?”

“I was in the kitchen clearing a cabinet when a man grabbed me from behind. I smelled the chloroform.” She blinked. “I thought he was going to kidnap me.”

Rachel furrowed her brow. “It smelled sweet and felt icy.”

“Yep, classic. My head aches and I’m still lightheaded.”

“Rest.”

“But work.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll call,” said Jim.

Rachel sighed. “I’m sorry. This might have to do with that last break-in.”

“Not your fault. Just some weirdo.”

Jim took Rachel aside. “Police are on their way.”

“Any sign of a break-in?”

“Her wallet and pictures were strewn on the floor. Her license left on the table. Stuff tossed everywhere, which is why I called the police.”

“Did they take money or her credit cards?”

“No. But you should check your stuff upstairs.”

He got teary eyed. “No sign of rape either.”