Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)

“One with fangs and claws. Then again, your kind probably fingered them.”

“I can’t believe we were always enemies. Wolf charmers could have worked as middlemen between humans and werewolves.”

“That’s still my hope.”

“Okay, time to call Tomlin and set up a meeting.” She sighed.

“He might not pick up if he doesn’t recognize your number.”

“We have a code word to let project members know we are not the wrong number.”

“Go ahead.”

“This probably means we will have to leave paradise.”

“I hate to tell you, but the Everglades isn’t wolf paradise. Too sticky humid, too many bugs and suffocating while I’m in wolf form.”

Gaby smirked. “If I knew you’d join me, I would have considered other options.”

“Actually, it was a good decision. No wardens in these parts. The nearest pack is in Louisiana.”

Gaby reached for her phone. “I’ll text the code, leave my name and tell him to call back.” She entered the code.

“Now we wait?” Steele asked.

Gaby nodded. The phone rang almost immediately. Her eyes widened. She hadn’t expected a quick response. She picked up. “Yes

Steele cocked his head to listen. “I’ve been waiting for your call, Gaby.”

“I’m ready to return.”

“Are you alone?”

“Yes.” She swallowed. “Do you agree to my terms of living away from the new headquarters?”

“I see you are in Everglades. Good choice.”

Gaby glanced at Steele who frowned. “Yes, I found an ideal place to hide.”

“I imagine the gators will protect you from the werewolves hunting you, eh?”

Steele raged. Cutting out the asshole’s tongue out would please him to no end. Tomlin knew she was being hunted. Meaning, he set her up. If only Tomlin knew, he heard his every word.

Gaby played it cool. “Finding out werewolves execute wolf charmers kind of ruined my friendship with Kane.”

Steele flinched. Gaby had mentioned she told Tomlin her fate amongst the werewolves to make her return less suspicious.

“Yes, Prince Steele was never yours.”

“He was just a friend, at least before he got his memory back.”

“I’ve decided to accept your conditions. Now that we are, shall we say, independent contractors, there’s no reason for you to live under the same roof.”

“I’ll accept a million dollars for each job.”

He laughed. “Sweetheart, you’ll be lucky if I pay you fifty thousand. There’s an even bigger price on your head. You made the werewolves’ most wanted dead or alive poster.”

The man knew too damn much. If not Kiara, then another werewolf had hired him.