Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)
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“You drink beer?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t have any.”
“Water then.”
Gaby left and came back with several bottles. “Let me know when you want to see more images.”
“I’m ready.”
“Are you sure? I hate to upset you.”
Not as much as I hate to frighten you. He smiled. “Nah, I’m good.”
She sighed. “That’s a relief.”
“How about we start with photos of dogmen?”
Gaby cocked her head to the side. “Never heard of dogmen. Who mentioned them?”
“Dr. Tomlin.” He smirked. “Don’t you work with all canines?”
“Apparently not.”
He sensed she spoke the truth. “Must be on a need to know basis around here. I figured since you know about me, you would know about dogmen.”
Gabby raised a brow. “What did he say about them?”
“He said they are a bipedal manlike creature with a dog face. They don’t shift and are apparently savage.”
“A chimera. Probably created in the secret government lab.” She shook her head. “You would think they would have asked me to work with them.”
“Why you?”
“Long story. I’ll tell you some other time.”
Evasive. Interesting. “Maybe I was created in that lab.”
“If you were, Giles will find out.”
“I gather their lab is not part of Project Sabertooth?”
“No. We work with real animals. The other lab which I’m not supposed to know about exists in some above top secret location.”
“Because what they do is illegal?”
“Precisely. I bet you were a normal soldier they experimented on. That explains why you have no memory of your previous life. They erased it.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Yet, I don’t feel bothered with being a werewolf.” He released a low growl and smiled. “I relish it.”
Gaby’s pulse spiked before calming to normal. She returned to her computer. “Maybe you were turned and they found you. Give me a minute.” She turned on the screen. “Okay. Let’s see if you can recall these images.”
Slides of gory Hollywood werewolf scenes displayed on the screen. Ripped off arms and severed heads. A video of a man hollering in agony under the full moon as he transformed into a monster. He rolled his eyes. “Werewolf movies?”
She switched the pictures to werewolf drawings from the middle ages. A werewolf carrying a peasant woman in his jaws, werewolves at a wall and images of men burning at the stake for being werewolves. “Hold on, doing another search.” A few seconds later, a picture of wolfsbane came on the screen and then the full moon. “Anything?”
“No.”