Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)

I hope not. “After breakfast, I’ll arrange it.”

The wolf stared at a castle perched on a granite mountain above the forest. The scent of a nearby wolf pack seemed familiar. Yet, he didn’t know them. His identity remained blank. In wolf form, vague snippets flashed by, but not enough. His wolf snarled at him, “You did this!”

“What do you mean?”

“You took away our spirits. Our memories.”

“How and why would I do that to us?”

“If I knew, you would be the first to know.”

“Who lives in that castle?”

The wolf looked at the keep and growled. “I sense betrayal. Hate.” He backed away. “We can’t go there.”

The scent of a she-wolf interrupted their combating minds. The black she wolf stalked forward, snarling with gleaming white fangs. An alpha.

His hackles rose. He sniffed. “Is this your territory?”

Behind her, a pack appeared. She growled. “Kill him.”

Kane shot up from his bed. His fangs out and his hands clawed. Only a nightmare. He stared at the digital clock, seven a.m. Kane inhaled and slowly released his breath. Had the dream revealed clues about his identity? Only snippets of a castle in the middle of a forest, and a black she-wolf commanding her pack to attack. Was it a real place, hidden in the deep recesses of his subconscious? Why had he dreamt of a female? A hint that there were others like him. A mate? Not by the way she acted. He reached for the pad of paper and pen Gaby gave him to record what he could remember.

He wrote down the date and title, Dream 1. A castle and one angry bitch. A vast forest. Sadness and betrayal on viewing the castle. The palace felt like home. Why did my wolf blame me for the amnesia? The she-wolf elicited danger to my heart or perhaps my life.

The few impressions angered him. He threw the pad across the room. At this point, he needed a hypnotist to awaken his past. Kane stood and walked to the bathroom. He stared at his face in the mirror. Light brown hair, stubble and feral amber eyes. His wolf growled. Why can’t I remember?

A knock on the door interrupted his anguish.

He wore only boxer shorts, but left his bedroom as Dr. Tomlin entered with the same three guards following him in. One of the guards carried a tray. Coffee. Breakfast included a large omelet, slices of bacon and toast, unappetizing to a wolf’s palate. He set it on the dining table.

“Good morning, Kane. Hope we didn’t wake you,” said Tomlin.

The scent of food pleased his hungry wolf. Best of all, he didn’t detect drugs in the meal. “Since you brought bacon and coffee, I’m in a forgiving mood.”

“Good. Before you eat, I just want to check your vitals.” The doctor gestured for him to sit on a chair next to the food he’d soon devour. A desire to hunt crossed his mind, but for now, he’d eat their meals.

He sat. No immediate danger. Why not go along with everything? “Knock yourself out.”

The doctor took his blood pressure, looked in his eyes and ears, and then listened to his heartbeat. He put away his medical instruments. “Better than normal.”

No kidding. “If not remembering a damn thing about who I am is normal.”

Tomlin sighed. “So, still no clue?”

“Just impressions.”

Tomlin straightened. “Like what?”

He had no desire to share. Not with anybody, but Gaby. “Being alone. Nothing more.”

“Hmm, maybe the trauma of drowning in the ocean is blocking your memory.”

Drowning or being shot could cause post-traumatic stress, maybe even amnesia. “Am I seeing Gaby today?”

“No. Not until you meet with Director Giles. He will be here at seven p.m. and you can have dinner with him.”

Not the right answer. He stood. “Dr. Tomlin, you will ask Gaby to meet me after breakfast, in thirty minutes and then forget our conversation.”