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“The alpha just arrived a week ago from Siberia. We woke him up this morning, and he is responding within expected perimeters.”
Cricket flinched. If you’re a zombie.
“Like you, Prince Slade, he too required a bigger dose.”
“So I’m supposed to sit still while you poke me with needles?”
“What if Prince Slade agrees to join your uber wolf society?” asked Cricket.
Six armed guards came in followed by Wolfstrom.
Not good.
“Prince Slade, please step into this room.” Wolfstrom gestured to an empty room.
Deep rage overcame Cricket's better senses. She growled and stepped in front of Slade. “Leave him alone!”
Wolfstrom laughed. “How cute. Your little runt is being protective.” He scowled at Slade. “Have her step aside, or I’ll put her down before she bites someone.”
Jack spoke. “Darlin’, come with me.”
“Go with him,” said Slade.
She shook her head and stared at Henrik. “You can’t.”
“Take the prince and proceed,” ordered Wolfstrom. He narrowed his eyes at Slade. “Or, we kill her.”
“Yes, sir,” said Henrik.
Slade and Cricket locked eyes, perhaps for the last time, and then he followed Henrik into the chamber.
She blinked back tears. Please, don’t forget me.
Wolfstrom grabbed her by the arm. “Let me show you the rest of the facility.”
Jack stood silent.
Henrik turned before he shut the door. His eyes appeared cold, dead, flat. “Jack, go with them.”
Jack gave him a questioning brow then quickly bowed. “Yes, sir.”
Were they on to him? Cricket shuddered. However, her immediate concern didn’t lie with the mole, but with Slade.
Slade lay on a cot. He winked at Cricket. A woman hooked him up to an IV.
Cricket reached for him. “No. Leave him alone…” An armed guard shoved her forward and shut the door.
Three armed guards tailed them. No escape. Now what?
“Don’t worry, he’ll survive,” said Wolfstrom.
No kidding. But with a modified werewolf lobotomy. “Maybe not. After all he’s been through.”
“It will be better this way. He’ll be a hero to our kind, not theirs.”
Not better. They walked passed more labs. Some held cages with monkeys and then worse, bigger cages with humans. They wore gray jumpsuits and looked drugged.
They entered an elevator. Jack’s pulse rate increased. He’d been able to control his dread earlier. What was different, now?
