Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)

“Don’t act so guilty. You are forced. I’m sure they’d love to send me on such missions.”

“Director Giles must think you are the greatest asset, but trust me, if there are more than one of you, he’ll use you to flush them out.”

He scowled. “A disturbing thought, but to be honest, I’d do anything to find out who I am.”

“I bet you were a soldier who nearly died, only to be turned into a werewolf.” She’d seen plenty of movies about wounded soldiers turned into robots or beasts.

“Except, I have a feeling I am part of a pack.”

“Who knows maybe the chimera secret lab facility created many werewolf soldiers. An army of shifters.”

“My gut or rather inner wolf feels I’m natural rather than created.”

She gave him an incredulous look. How could werewolves be natural? If they weren’t created in a lab, then the only other alternative was magic or dropped on earth by aliens. Or had the myth of their existence always been a well-kept secret? “I still can’t believe I’m talking to a real werewolf.” She snorted. “And really contemplating escape.” My last chance of leaving. Crippling fear strangled her. Where would they go? Giles would never stop hunting them. Once captured, they’d be tortured or executed. Kane must realize she’d be a burden. As a wolf, he could easily escape into the woods. Better he go alone. “I’m staying.”

He scowled. “The hell you are.”

Relief warmed her heart, but fear tempered her thoughts. “Think of the risk of bringing me along. As a wolf, you can blend in with a pack and literally vanish from their radar.”

“Besides never pointing a finger at an alpha, never question an alpha’s decision.” His gaze seared her soul. “You are coming with me, whether you like it or not.”

All her life she resented Giles and others for making decisions for her, but this time, it felt different. A hero had come along to rescue her. “First, let’s see if Giles finds out who you really are.” She winked. “Then you can boss him around with your mind control.”

“I should tell you about my nightmare.”

“Did you write it down?”

“Yes. I remember fragments.”

“Clues?”

“Yes. I was in wolf form. There was a castle. A fierce alpha female approached and ordered her pack to kill me.”

“I wonder if seeing a castle was the result of viewing all those pictures of werewolves in the Middle Ages?”

He frowned. “You could be right.”

“Although, the female and her pack might be significant.”

“Meaning there are others?”

“Precisely.” She sensed something rang true, but she was no psychologist.

“The wolf in me appears to know more about what I am than I do while human.”

“Did you sleep in human form?”

“Yes.”

“Perhaps, if you sleep in wolf form you’ll get more clues.”

“I’ll try that tonight.”

She gazed at her watch. “Let’s call it a day. I need to check on my other charges.”

“Can I tag along?”

Gaby lifted a brow. “Since you can, apparently, compel Tomlin’s permission, why not?”