Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)

“Since squeezing my brain to recall the name, Steele.”

/> She nodded. “Let’s go back.”

As they turned to leave, Avery entered. “Thank you for waiting. This is just as good a spot to talk privately as any.”

Gaby’s pulse quickened. “Now?”

“Yes, my dear. In fact, why don’t you stay?”

“Gaby, better you go,” said Kane.

“Prince Steele, I prefer she remain.” Avery drawled. He took out a device that looked like a remote.

Gaby gaped. Prince? Was that his first name or his title?

Kane growled at Avery. His razor fangs emerged. Suddenly, he pressed his ears with his hands and howled in agony, before crashing to the ground. His screams ended. Unconscious.

She knelt by his side. “Kane!”

Avery pushed her aside and injected a drug into Kane’s neck.

She yelled. “No!”

Giles charged in. “Good. Are you sure he’s out?”

Avery smiled. “I gave him enough to knock him out for twelve hours.”

Gaby gave Giles an incredulous look. “What is going on?”

Avery smiled. “Once I treat him with truth serum, we’ll know if this memory loss is a game or not.”

Giles ordered the two guards. “Take him to the treatment room.”

Euphemism for torture room. “I’ll come with him.” She could only imagine the torment Kane would endure. “I might be needed.”

Giles barked, “Go back to your quarters.”

Chapter 7

The gray wolf ran as fast as possible through the snow as the hunters shot at him with high power rifles from the helicopter. Behind him, strewn bodies of other dead wolves painted the white snow red with blood. The wolf dodged bullet after bullet. His tongue lolled out from exhaustion. Up ahead, on a mountain ridge surrounded by a forest, stood a castle. Instinct drove him to it. If he reached the castle, he’d survive.

The helicopter landed and men bolted out.

On foot, they’d never catch up. The wolf stopped to catch his breath. His tracks would lead them to the castle. They did not just hunt him, but those in the castle as well.

Thick fog enveloped the castle. He turned and headed away from the castle. He didn’t know why, but he had to keep the hunters from finding the place. The sound of a roaring river drew his attention. They didn’t follow. He outwitted them.

As he made his way toward the river, a beautiful black she-wolf appeared. A beta with two silver streaks on her chest. She bowed her head. “Prince Steele, you are alive.”

“Who are you?”

“Lunara.”

“Do I know you?”

“Only in passing.”

He cautiously approached her. A woman’s scream stopped him in his tracks. He cocked his head.