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“Don’t worry. Trevor went over the rules on proper behavior around humans. I’ll remind him he’s an operative and if he does anything to jeopardize our kind, royal or not, he’ll visit Enforcer Dominic.”
“Doesn’t he have to shift more often?” Most states didn’t allow wolves as pets. Especially, alpha wolves the size of a bear.
“Once a day or preferably at night. Although there is another way to release his wolf energy, but I recommend against it.”
“Got it.” A lycan could skip a needed shift by releasing his beast sexually. Taboo for a runt to satisfy an alpha. However, if he kept his nature secret, he could attain satisfaction with an available human female. Cricket wanted no part of that discussion. If he needed tail, he’d have to do it without her help.
“However, if it’s a choice between going wolf or breaking a tradition, you know what to do.” Rylee winked.
Was she giving her permission? Not too surprising. Rylee often broke pack rules in order to keep their lycan society secret. Did she not know how easy it would be for her to have a romp with the hunky werewolf? Cricket frowned. “Trust me; I’ll make sure he finds a safe stretch of woods to shift.”
“The area is rich with mountainous terrain, inaccessible to humans,” Rylee agreed.
Cricket thought of the missing Colorado and Vermont werewolves. “What about the other two?”
“Dominic and his betas will investigate the Colorado case, and Trevor and a beta leave for Vermont in the morning.”
“Sounds good.”
“One more thing.”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“You and Slade should both know like Randi, Raulf was into motorcycles. Although, Raulf hung around a Berlin gang of skinhead bikers who call themselves, Wehrwölfe.”
Had Raulf been an oath breaker? “His alpha allowed that?” Nazi werewolves had been exterminated by decree of the German wolf king as well as the Allied werewolf forces. None escaped the culling. The remaining so-called human members of Wehrwölfe or Operation Werwolf were captured in 1945, end of story.
“Unfortunately, Alrik never discovered his brother had been hanging around with them, until the team investigated his disappearance. If he had, he would have sent Raulf to the enforcer and ordered him to give Raulf a werewolf lobotomy.” A lycan’s memory of ever being human erased; the only non-lethal alternative for punishing an oath breaker. A fate most werewolves feared more than a death sentence.
“Did Raulf’s mate know?”
“We don’t know, but the German lycan intelligence team is still investigating.”
Werewolves riding motorcycles was not uncommon, but joining a human gang or biker club was. “According to Warden Cody, Randi had biker friends, but kept to himself.”
“Although he didn’t belong to a biker club, we need to make sure the two cases are not related. And humans are not involved. That’s why I’m sending you.”
“Do you want me to contact you if we must take action against a human?”
“Slade’s been briefed on what to do.”
Her heart skipped a beat. Slade would take the role of executioner if a human knew of their society without signing the Lycan Non-Disclosure contract. That is unless she, as the lead agent, could convince said human they had hallucinated.
“If it comes to that, he’ll make it look like an accident.” Rylee stood and walked her to the door. “Keep me posted on what, if anything, the cleanup crew found.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Slade stepped from the shower and dressed for a meeting with several members of Team Greywolf, including Rylee, Trevor, three betas. Not Cricket. She’d spend the day analyzing the DNA data collected by the cleanup crew. Rather than returning to his guesthouse, he stayed at a studio apartment at headquarters until they left for their mission. He needed to accept Cricket was a fellow team member, nothing more. His bout with morphopsychosis had ended. Damn if she still didn’t calm him and please his ready cock. He had to wean himself from her presence and his raw sexual attraction to her before they left. When she returned from meeting with the warden, his wolf demanded to mount her like there was no tomorrow. Shit, if he allowed his beast to act on his raw feral emotions, he’d be in deep trouble for not controlling his lust.
Rylee trusted him to keep it in his pants. He’d prove to her and the others he remained in control of all his emotions; good, bad, or werewolf.
The packs depended on him to solve Operation Three Lost Sheep. No lycan ever went missing without a trace. Trevor had briefed him about the possible connection with the missing German werewolf, Raulf, and his involvement with a dangerous skinhead gang. Not only were they white supremacist assholes, but also involved in drug and illegal arms deals. Interpol had jurisdiction over these criminal humans. Lycan investigators, however, had to make sure the gang didn’t know about their kind. If they did, matters would soon get messy.
Were Randi and Raulf’s disappearances related? Trevor stated the only similarity the two shared was they were both lone wolves. Trevor suspected a well-trained werewolf hunter. Though werewolf hunters technically no longer existed there were rumors of ancient manuscripts about how to kill their kind, and in the wrong hands, could threaten weres. Especially, if hunters used Wolfsbane rifles that carried bullets lethal enough to bring down even an alpha. His hackles rose on the threat to his kind and specifically to Cricket.
His primary goal was to protect Cricket and if need be, execute
any human who threatened to reveal their secret lycan society. That is, unless Cricket could convince the person or persons what they had witnessed was an illusion. He snorted. Cricket making decisions and giving him orders. That'd be the day. Yet how could he disobey orders? Rylee said she was in charge. Not sure how he’d react to her taking the initiative, but he had no choice but obey if he wanted to remain a member of Team Greywolf. That meant burying his raw pack instincts to dominate.
