Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)
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“On it.”
He grinned. “Unless, you want to join me.”
“Tempted, but I better find a car dealership.”
“All right then.” He turned on the water. Cold to temper his arousal. Now would be a good time to go wolf. Despite the noise of the shower, he listened to Gaby talk to a car salesman. Then as he finished and toweled off, he stepped out to the delicious aroma of breakfast.
“Got you extra helpings of bacon and sausage.” She sat at a desk with her laptop opened.
“So I smell.”
She closed the laptop and poured two cups of coffee, and then sat to eat French toast and scrambled eggs. “I checked the news. No mug shots of us.”
Kane joined her. “At least from the public. My kind and Avery’s group obviously prefer to hunt us without civilian intervention.” He frowned. “I’ve been thinking.”
She stopped her fork mid-flight. “Yes?”
“We may never be able to stop running. At least from my kind.”
“How about we find an island an ocean away?”
“Why not?” As much as he liked the idea of some tropical paradise with Gaby, he sensed, this team of operatives led by the white wolf alpha, Rylee would never give up. Mention of the team brought back snippets of flights to foreign countries, deadly missions, and sophisticated surveillance equipment. Assassins. The directive to kill wolf-segens might take precedence over finding a rogue werewolf. He flinched as a sudden headache developed.
“Kane, are you all right?”
He rubbed his temples. “Every time I get a flash of memory, my head feels like exploding.”
She went to the mini bar and took out a bottle of water. “Drink.”
He smiled. “Yes, ma’am.” He twisted the lid off and drank to the last drop.
“Better?”
He glanced at his plate. “Should be after I devour my breakfast and several cups of coffee.”
“By the way, I made an appointment to check out a vehicle.”
“How soon?”
“In an hour.”
They quickly ate and then packed. He would have to be especially vigilant of werewolf scents.
Gaby kept an eye out for any witnesses. Kane dumped their car down a ravine. He covered it with branches and mud. No one would find it in the isolated forest. Earlier, he paid cash for a small RV camper. Compelling the salesman to forget details helped and all without cheating him out of the price. Kane thought they could blend in better as normal vacationers, and not worry about hotel surveillance cameras. They could live on the road until he found a place where they could hide indefinitely.
They drove past the small town of Trinidad, near Eureka, California, and found an RV campground between the ocean and a redwood forest.
Kane parked their RV and smiled. “Home, for now.”
They stepped out and inhaled the fresh combination of forest greenery and distant ocean air. It was crisp, but not like the cold of the Wisconsin woods. An owl hooted.
How could they hide forever from a pack of werewolves? Gaby shivered. “What if we let them find us and you convince them I promise not to reveal their kind?”
He took her hands and rubbed heat into them. “I don’t want to risk it.”
She hated to suggest it but it had to be said. “How about you go alone, then you can negotiate staying if they promise to let me be?”
“Leave my wife? No. Never. We share a bond.”