Chernobyl Werewolf (Team Greywolf 3)

“And if she doesn’t agree?”

“Rachel has no choice. If you can’t use your charms to convince her, use mind control, and if that doesn’t work, follow our standard orders.”

No way in hell would he kill Rachel. If she blurted out the existence of werewolves over social media, who would believe her? She would just be another crazy person on the internet, like people claiming to have an alien or Bigfoot in the freezer. Computer generated photos were easily faked. Even if she went before cameras, he’d protect her from every pack. “I don’t think telling Dr. Becker we silenced his daughter would go well, do you?”

“As much as he loves his daughter, he knows the law.”

Did she not understand the primal law of keeping your children safe above everything else? “Mind control will suffice.” Little did Rylee know, if he so wished it, he could use mind control on her and the entire LIA.

“I trust you, Lev.”

“Is Howard well enough to talk to her once I convince her?”

“Getting there. How do you plan on approaching her?”

“I might text her first and explain I survived the explosion.”

“That’s a start. We don’t want to send her into shock. It’s one thing to see you in New Orleans, but another to run into her in the middle of the Himalayan Mountains.”

“True.”

“Lev?”

“Yes.”

“You cannot claim her. Once she agrees to the non-disclosure contract, she will be your human, but she has the right to refuse a mating with you. Howard wants her brought in safe, nothing more.”

His wolf had chosen her, but being around humans more than a pack most of his life had taught him greater control over his wolf. “I would never force a human to be mine.”

“Like your father, you are a lycan of honor.”

Rylee really understood how to punch him in the gut without laying a fist on him. “Yes, ma’am.”

Lev looked out from his hotel at the crowded streets. Rachel’s scent lingered at the airport, but he’d lost her trail in the city. Not surprising with the exotic aromas, people and animals streaming throughout. Fortunately, Natalya had sent him the name of Rachel’s hotel and he booked a room. Her aroma remained in the lobby. Not sure she was still there, but it was a start.

Lev hastily washed up and went downstairs.

“Yes, sir,” said the desk clerk.

“I’m looking for Dr. Rachel Becker. Can I have her room number?” He gazed deep into the man’s eyes. He had no time for explaining his relationship to Rachel.

“Dr. Rachel Becker checked out yesterday.”

“To where?”

“I helped her book a lodge in the Sherpa capital of Namche, Yeti Lodge. Good view of Mt. Everest.”

“Good. I’ll be going.”

“Would you like me to find you a place to stay, sir? Even in the winter, it gets booked.”

“No.”

“Funny, you are the second man looking for her.”

Lev stiffened. “Describe him.” His eyes burned into the little man.

He lowered his eyes. “Older gentlemen, distinct grey trimmed beard. He inquired about her. Something about offering her a job in a hospital.”