Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)

Sounded legitimate, but he knew better. Not a civilian lab. Instead the place felt like a military bunker. The cameras, codes he heard punched to get in and out, and the damn cage. The man in control was no university scientist. His white lab coat didn’t hide his military bearing or top intelligence status. This place was some sort of secret lab facility. He caught the scent of other canines as well as apes, monkeys, big cats, rats and a variety of other animals. Not sure why, but this type of facility seemed familiar. He rubbed his neck. “Figures.”

“Who and what are you?”

“That’s the thing. I don’t know.” He looked at her confused face. “By the what, I assume you mean my ability to shift.”

“Yes. You’re a werewolf. I mean, you morph into a large wolf.”

Of course, I am. He frowned. “Why am I here?”

“I haven’t been briefed on how to answer your questions. Director Giles will return soon.”

I was right. Government lab or she'd be more open to discuss the location. “I’m sure he knows my identity.”

“No, he doesn’t.”

His gut tightened. Even if he knew his identity, he wouldn’t tell Giles. Or did Giles already know? They could tell him anything. Let them try. My wolf sense differentiates between truths and lies.

Her phone barked. Literally. Like a yappy dog. Cute.

She listened. “Yes.” She gave him a nod. “Okay, if you say so. Got it.” She turned it off. “Director Giles won’t be back until tomorrow. But he says I can tell you everything we know.”

“Why don’t you start by telling me who you are?”

“Gaby. I work here as a handler, but normally with canines and other predators.” She looked away. “Never people.”

He expected her or rather wished she’d said they were mates or at the very least a girlfriend. No last name. Intentional or her way of describing herself without mentioning rank? Interesting. He scoffed. “I’d introduce myself, but I don’t know who the hell I am.”

She gazed at him and raised a brow. “You really can’t remember?”

“Not a clue, except being a werewolf is normal.” He chuckled. “At least to me.”

She puckered her lips. Her green eyes sparkled. “How about I call you Kane, with a K? Close to Canis as in Canis lupus or rather Canis lupus sapiens.”

“That’ll work, until I find out my real name.”

Gaby regarded him. “Your skull was crushed and you suffered cranial bleeding, which explains your amnesia. Should be temporary, though.”

He felt his head as if he’d find where the bones had been broken. “Seems intact.”

“You also sustained multiple broken bones. Two broken legs, a broken clavicle, and a bruised spine. Yet, according to the records, your bones healed within a week. You happen to be the most unusual specimen I’ve ever seen.”

Specimen? He didn’t like the sound of that. Lover would have been better. Yet, quick healing didn’t surprise him a bit. A given. “How did I get injured?”

“You were aboard a helicopter that exploded over the Atlantic. You were either part of the CIA special operations group or with ISIS terrorists carrying out an attack.”

He furrowed his brows. He recognized the CIA and even terrorists, but not because he worked for them, but rather as random information about the world. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

She sighed. “Maybe you weren’t even on the helicopter?”

“I just happened to be in the middle of the ocean, broken as you say?”

Gaby bit her lower lip. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“Why not ask the CIA?”

“Giles will look into it, but we told the CIA you died of your injuries. At least that the wolf died.”

“Was I the only survivor?”