Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)

“That’s how clear.” He frowned. “Their scent is familiar.”

“You must know them.”

“My nose thinks so.”

“Do you think they are vacationing or looking for us?”

“Las Vegas is not exactly a werewolf vacation destination.”

“I don’t see why not. You said they were a male and female.”

The problem was they could be friends or enemies out to finish the job. He sighed. “Damn. I got sloppy.”

“I know there are cameras everywhere, but why would they randomly look for us in Las Vegas of all the places?” This included the photograph of their nuptials. He’d let Gaby

keep the picture and wished he’d deleted it from the chapel’s photographer’s camera.

“They might have figured I used my mind control for gambling. How else would a rogue werewolf get easy money? Robbing a bank would have brought more attention. Not to mention using my last name on our marriage certificate.”

“You make them sound like Big Brother.”

“Again, my wolf warns me they could be stalking everywhere.”

“Why not talk to them? I mean you sniffed only two, right?”

“Not worth the risk.”

“I think I’d rather take my chances with your kind than mine.”

“Gaby, what if my kind still murders wolf charmers?”

“That’s pretty cold blooded.”

“Avery has a point. We werewolves are willing to do whatever it takes to keep our society secret. Even if it means murder.”

“I’m sure if you reason with them, we can negotiate a deal about keeping silent. Trust me. I’m good at keeping quiet.”

He glanced in the rearview mirror. No one appeared to follow. Yet. “My inner wolf warned me taking a human as a mate is taboo.”

“It’s not too late for an annulment if it means our lives.”

“You can’t mean that.”

“I have to admit the Las Vegas marriage after too much booze and great sex should be a mistake, but it feels right. Perfect. If your memory returns, I don’t want you to regret it.” She shook her head. “What I’m saying is if you are Steele again, I won’t stand in your way if you want to dissolve the marriage.”

“It’s not the damn paper we signed, it’s more. Claiming you as a mate is far more binding.”

Gaby opened her eyes. Night had fallen. The flat desert road turned busier with commuters. Well lit roads. Trees. Homes on hillsides. How long had she slept? The last thing she remembered was stopping for a meal and studying the map. She straightened. “Where are we?”

“On I-5 heading north, past the Bay Area.”

“You must be tired.”

“I’m on werewolf fuel.”

“Meaning?”

“It seems like I can go into super protective mode without rest for an extended period of time. Must be an alpha thing.”