Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)

“My enhanced senses remain, no matter my form.”

“And your superior sense of smell,” she mumbled more to herself. Did he smell her moistness?

“Yep.”

“Well then, you must have heard me tell them both I would never do such a thing.” Influence yes, but not take advantage of his vulnerability.

He winked. “You think I want to get in your pants.”

“No. Yes…never mind.”

He sat and smirked. “So if you don’t plan on using your seductive charms on me, what is it? Because, sweet thing, my wolf is quite fond of you.”

So my charm must work on his inner wolf. She crossed her arms while observing his behavior. “You make it sound like you have two personalities.”

“In a way, that’s true. I might act like a normal human, but my wolf is always in the shadows. Feral emotions and desires pushing to take what’s his.”

Definitely, his wolf was in control. “That explains my influence on you.”

He frowned as if in disappointment. “I’m listening.”

“You heard correctly. I’m a wolf-segen or wolf charmer.”

He spread his arms behind his head and stretched. A dreamy look on his face that tempted her to jump his bones. “You certainly are.”

“Not in that way! The charm is the reason I’m an asset.”

His amusement disappeared. “Go on.”

“I go on missions with Project Sabertooth. I’ve caused faithful dogs to turn on their owners and prize racehorses to trample their trainers.”

“You mean with your mind?”

“Yes, but I can also do good. Last year, I helped a team of researchers escape polar bears intent on eating them. I influenced the hungry bears to walk away.” She blurted on. “I helped a pack of wolves return to a national park to protect them from hunters.”

“But you turn animals into assassins?”

Gaby lowered her gaze. He’d find out soon enough. “As surely as a murderer pulls the trigger.”

“On orders from Giles?”

“Yes.”

“You take out bad guys?”

Gaby nodded. “Arms dealers, drug cartel thugs, and terrorists. Enemies we don’t want traced back to us. My last target was a notorious member of the Mexican Cartel. The man murdered three DEA undercover agents and terrorized a local village. He enjoyed dogfights. Under my command, his two top fighting dogs ripped him to shreds.”

“Don’t look so glum. Special forces or drones take out the enemy all the time.” He chuckled. “Only instead of ammo, your weapons are fangs and claws.”

“I prefer taming animals rather than turning them into killers.”

“So you think this charm of yours caused me to kiss you?”

“Yes.”

He smiled. “Last time I looked, I was in human form. Can you influence people?”

“No. If I could, I wouldn’t be here.”