Slade (Team Greywolf 1)

“Driving.” He put it on speaker.

“Hi, ma’am.”

“Good work, Agent Cricket. Our contacts are in route to destroy the bioweapon facility. Their ETA is forty minutes. Just get the hell out of the area.”

“Yes, ma’am. We are miles away from the target.”

Slade stiffened. “What about the unchanged ones?”

“They are in a forest fifty miles away from the target. Team Greywolf led by Dominic picked up their heat signature and are on their way.”

“But they don’t remember who they are.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get them expert help.”

“Hope so.”

“Hang tight, we are on our way to pick the two of you up.”

“Three, ma’am. Nikolay, a lone Russian werewolf, helped us escaped. You’ll love his style.”

“Really?”

A black helicopter silhouetted against the sunrise roared toward them.

“Ma’am, looks like we have company.”

“Bad company. Get the hell out of the vehicle. We’ll pick up your heat signatures.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Cricket slammed on the brakes. “Time to go wolf.”

They left the engine running and leapt out, racing away.

Behind them, a missile struck the truck.

They dashed into the woods as the helicopter landed. In wolf form, they raced toward the scent of salty air. The port. Rescue.

Wolfstrom’s stench accosted her nostrils. His men at the lab facility must have picked him up at Wolf’s Lair Castle.

Hard to keep pace with Slade and Nik, she slowed. Better to act as a decoy. Lead them astray. Counting on Wolfstrom being more pissed off at me.

Cricket whirled, focused on the closest werewolf and threw every ounce of her forty-five pounds on the beta.

Stunned, he stumbled back.

Cricket sunk her sharp fangs into his wrist, and he dropped the gun. She grabbed it in her jaw and returned to the forest. Behind a large tree, Cricket shifted to human form and readied her weapon.

“You bitch.”

She shot him as he charged with his other gun. That’s not nice.

“Over there,” shouted another lycan.

Cricket hid behind a boulder and aimed. She pulled the trigger. One down, then another.

Henrik shouted, “Drop it and we can talk.”

“Done talking.” She aimed and fired. Shit! Missed.