Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)

She clicked on a map. “Do any continents ring a bell?”

He chuckled. “I remember Pavlov’s dogs. Weren’t they trained to salivate at the sound of a bell?”

“Yes.” She gave him an incredulous stare. “Interesting how you recall trivia, yet, you can’t remember your name.”

Little factoids from the past had started to filter in. “Very weird.” He looked at the screen. “I’ve seen similar maps.” He furrowed his brow. “I’ve been to most of those continents except for Australia, I think.”

Gaby moved on to cities. “Recognize these?” She started with New York.

“Yep. The big apple.”

“And what about this one?”

“London.” She continued with Paris, Moscow, Mexico City and on and on. He recognized them all.

She clicked on a destroyed Iraqi city. “How about his one?”

“Mosul.”

Her eyes widened and she paused. “Do you speak any languages besides English and wolf?”

He glanced back at Mosul. “I speak Arabic, French, Spanish, and some German.” He didn’t mention a hybridized human wolf language that suddenly came up in his head.

“Cool. We have a language expert you should meet with.” Gaby entered data into the tablet. She finished and sighed. “You are either special forces or a terrorist.”

“Or none of the above.”

Gaby switched the screen to people. Police officers, marines, special ops personnel, cowboys, presidents, men and women. Children playing. Sports.

Everything looked familiar, but none offered a clue to his identity. Kane squeezed his temples. “Nothing helps.” He growled. “Who the fuck am I?”

Gaby jumped and her pulse quickened.

A guard opened the door. “Everything okay, ma’am?”

“Yes.” She smiled. “No worries.”

“We have orders to keep you safe.”

Kane stared at the big man. His fangs had emerged. “Don’t come in until beckoned.”

The guard nodded. “Yes, sir.”

She shut the door and locked it. “How did you do that?”

He furrowed his brow. “Do what?”

“The guards don’t take orders from…” She blinked. “Just anybody.”

His fangs returned to normal human teeth. “You mean a prisoner?”

“Yep.” She frowned. “They act like you’re the alpha.”

“Head of the pack? Interesting.” Being an alpha rang true. The guards instinctively understood his higher status. Another clue to his nature, but not as to his place within their society. Although, based on their reactions and hers, his kind didn’t exist.

She turned off the screen. “Break time. Water?”

“Any beer?”