Chernobyl Werewolf (Team Greywolf 3)

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Call Dominic and tell him the situation. Advise him to tighten security around Mia.”

Slade nodded and left.

Steele, brother of the current king and now member of team Greywolf, walked in. “Ma’am, we found Rachel’s mobile near the pasture.”

Lev looked at the lunar calendar on the wall. The lunar eclipse began at midnight. “Are you sure she wore the coat?”

“Yes, bundled up in it.”

“Lev, why don’t you go upside? As soon as we get a read, we’ll take off. You’ll need to take over the controls in case our onboard anti-LRAD fails to work.”

Even with the coordinates, if she was on some frozen island, where would they land and how long would it take? For all he knew, they could be on their way to Antarctica.

Cricket looked up from one of the computers and shouted, “Yahoo! We’ve got the coordinates.

“I’ll sync the data to the big screens,” said Manny.

Lev braced himself. If she was on the other side of the world, there would be nothing he could do.

Rylee gaped. “I’ll be damned. Oath Breaker’s Necropolis.”

“Huh?” Lev’s ignorance of their politics, again apparent.

“A forbidden area where we bury evil werewolves. Serial killers to blabbers about our kind. Manny, contact Varg, the bonekeeper.”

Manny nodded and returned to his computer.

Lev glanced at the moon clock and scowled. “Who is Varg, the bonekeeper?”

Rylee pressed a hand on her forehead as if pushing back a headache. “He’s in charge of making sure no one, human or werewolf enters the oath breaker’s burial ground.”

Rachel woke in a luxurious bedroom. Lavender silk sheets on a queen-sized bed, and fine furnishings. On a table lay a tray of pastries, water, and a pot of tea complete with a china tea set and plates. What is it with wealthy shifters and shifter wannabes? She threw the sheets off and stared at her red silk nightgown. What the…Who the hell dressed me? And undressed me.

She jumped off the bed and raced for the door. Locked of course. Rachel spotted a small curtained window. She peered out. Nighttime, yet she could still make out a forest. She’d slept the entire day of her abduction. Or had it been longer?

Rachel explored the room. No phone, of course. Not even a television. She opened a closet and found her clothes neatly folded and her jacket hanging. No way am I staying dressed in a sexy nightgown. Not when they wanted her as a breeder of hybrids. She grabbed her clothes and laid them on the bed.

A male voice over an intercom startled her. “Sleep well?”

Rachel turned to the wall intercom. “The sedative worked, but now I would like to check out of your B and B.”

The door opened and in came Andres Calopus, wearing a long black ceremonial wizard’s cloak, with the emblem of the pentagram and flamed wolf paw. Like their tattoos. Folded in his arm was a white cloak. “Don’t look so shocked. My room is just next door.”

“Are we attending a costume ball?” Or would he take advantage of her in the honeymoon suite? Not if he wants to keep his anatomy intact.

“Nothing so—human.”

“Let me guess, werewolves only?”

“You are being honored in our lunar eclipse ceremony.”

“For some werewolf shotgun wedding?”

His face twisted in feigned sorrow. “It’s a shame we can’t keep you for mating.”

She raised her brow and goose flesh rose on her bear arms. “Isn’t that why I’m here?”