Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)

“Not according to Makayla. She said Milton was connected to a rogue pack, but didn’t know who or where,” said Lev.

“Was Emma York’s near assassination related to the pack’s betrayal?” asked Gaby.

“That’s still unknown,” said Rylee. “Emma is Mr. H’s only heir and the last of his line to have an association with us.”

Steele cocked his head. “She is the new Mr. or rather Ms. H.?”

“Her death would be in the best interests of many, from the Keep, enemy spies to packs that want to cut all ties to humans, including Milton’s pack and…”

“My brother.” Steele frowned.

“King Conan is not a fan of human involvement, but understands the necessity of having a human spy watch over our best interests.”

“Where is she now?”

“The Bay Area. California, some horse competition. She left right after her father’s funeral. We are short on available team members, so I ordered Nik to leave Prague and take Emma to a safe house.”

Gaby swallowed. If Tomlin had his way, Emma’s horse would have crushed her, most likely in front of an audience. “I take it she agreed to keep the lycan secret?”

“From the age of sixteen,” said Rylee. “At the funeral, she thought we failed to protect her father.”

Gaby had found the entire werewolf society shocking, yet, how well had Emma taken it at such a young age? “And marked as well?”

“Yes, she’s my human,” said Rylee.

Gaby absently rubbed the gooseflesh on her arms. Why couldn’t Rylee say she worked for her instead? How did Emma feel about being owned by a werewolf? Technically, Steele owned her, but that was just a formality. Nonetheless, she’d overlook the semantics to avoid going crazy.

“How many amongst us know her true identity?” Steele asked.

“She will be formally introduced to the LIA soon enough. For now, just us, my archivist Jesper and Nik know of her.” She narrowed her eyes at Gaby. “You will not speak of Ms. H. to anyone.”

“No problem, ma’am.”

Steele’s tone remained dark, no doubt focused on the queen’s assault. “What will happen to Makayla?”

“She is in the tundra, a natural wolf.”

“Werewolf lobotomy?” Gaby asked.

“Believe it or not, she agreed.”

“Did she murder Camden?” asked Steele.

“Yes, but she swore under hypnosis, she thought she was only sedating him on orders by Milton and Kiara. Some drug without a detectable scent.” Rylee’s unreadable face showed no emotion, but her wolf aura raged red.

“I volunteer to hunt the oath breakers,” said Steele.

“Your job is to remain at headquarters.”

“Why?”

“I promised King Conan.”

“He may not feel so protective when he learns Gaby and I are together.”

“That’s where Lunara and Professor James Clayworth come in.”

Gaby raised a brow. “Wow, I could understand a shaman and even a doctor, but your kind includes professors as well?”