Her chest warmed, at his devoted commitment. “We can reunite once you convince them we’ll never part.”
“That will give them even more reason to kill you.”
“You are certain your kind is that cruel?”
“I’m certain the king is and perhaps, my commander, Rylee.”
She snapped a finger. “Africa.”
“What?”
“We can go to the Serengeti in East Africa. I can charm lions and elephants to stand guard against our enemies.”
He rubbed his forehead. “I’m not sure that would deter werewolves.”
“I doubt even your kind can get past a maddened group of elephants.”
“Spoken like someone who has commanded elephants.”
“A year ago, I was sent to Uganda. We took out a target, making it look like elephants trampled him.” She wrinkled her nose. “Although, I’d hate to be responsible for injured animals or worse, their deaths.”
“Definitely something to think about.”
“In the meantime, do you smell any werewolves around here?”
“No.”
“Then we can breathe at least for tonight.”
“I will shift and stretch my legs a bit.”
“Just make sure others don’t see a giant wolf roaming around.”
“Trust me, I can be quite stealthy.”
“Let me dig out some dinner for us.”
“Tonight, I plan to hunt.”
“Here?”
“Nearby.” He dug into his pocket. “I bought a whistle at the last truck stop. If you suspect trouble, blow the whistle and call 911.”
“Don’t worry. It’s not like we are the only campers.”
He took off his clothes, folded them and handed them to her. “Stay inside.”
“Okay, but don’t be long. There is a leash law.”
He laughed. “Got it.” He shifted.
Gaby went inside and locked the door. Not tired yet, she decided to check the news on her laptop. Her satellite picked up the nearest wi-fi immediately. The usual stories about the state of wars and celebrities. She cupped an elbow with one hand while tapping her lips with the other. Whatever happened to the whistleblower she’d warned. Had he gotten away? Nothing more showed on the news about the explosion of Project Sabertooth’s lab. Giles was dead, but Tomlin, Avery and others in the secret groups knew how to hide their mistakes. Those that knew too much had a habit of disappearing without a trace. She had a gut feeling the secret society of werewolves was no different.
Kane finished the fresh venison and then licked his paws. It felt good to be a wolf. He buried what was left of the buck and trotted back to the RV. The full moon broke through the clouds. A deep desire to howl almost overtook him. However, it’d be stupid to advertize a wolf’s presence. Campers and rangers talking about hearing a wolf in an area not known to have wolves would be a big red flag for anyone hunting them. The night remained silent. He must have frightened off the local wildlife.
Quietly, he approached the RV and cocked his head. Gaby slept, softly breathing. He didn’t want to disturb her. It would be nice to stay here for a few more days. He curled up behind the RV, his ears and nose on high alert.
Kane lifted his head and listened. A distant helicopter. Military. The Coast Guard? Unlikely if they were drawing closer. Danger.