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“Sorry, no. Commander Steele suffers from some sort of morphogenesis or more likely a rare brain wipe mess up.”
“A werewolf lobotomy.”
“You know the term?”
“Steele believes his pack gave him the brain wipe.”
“Nope. Self-inflicted.”
“What? Why? And how can they tell?”
“Not important. Hurry, Rylee hates tardiness.”
“I’m anxious to get answers from him so let’s go.”
“Rylee is a woman.”
“Oh, sorry.” She had only known men in authority and assumed their top commander would be a big alpha male.
Gaby followed Cricket down the hall and into an elevator. The young petite woman dressed casual in blue jeans, a red hoodie and running shoes. She looked more like a college coed than a dangerous soldier. Little Red Riding Hood instead of a big bad she-wolf, she remembered how strong Cricket was when she captured her.
Cricket turned to her. “You bow and no matter what, never make eye contact with a werewolf, especially an alpha.”
Gaby lowered her gaze. “You didn’t seem to mind.”
“I’m used to being around humans and not a fan of pecking orders.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve trained canines and understand pack behavior.”
Cricket snorted. “It’s far more complicated.”
They stepped out into a long cavern-like hallway. Cricket stopped before a double door, guarded by two black-uniformed soldiers. They stared at Gaby and then gave Cricket a nod as they opened the door.
Cricket bowed her head and elbowed Gaby, who copied her.
“At ease.”
Cricket raised her head. “Ma’am. Gaby, umm…”
“Gaby Wildwood.” Her marriage name.
An elegant woman, blonde with streaks of grey hair, stood from behind a massive desk. “Gaby, what a pleasure to meet you. I’m Rylee, alpha of the pack.” She pointed to a door to the right of her office. “Please, join me for breakfast.”
“Shall I stay, ma’am?” Cricket asked.
“No. Gaby will stay in my guest room until further notice.”
Cricket’s eyes widened as if this was out of the ordinary. “Yes, ma’am.” She bowed and left.
“Come.” She entered a posh dining room. The table had been set for breakfast. A server stood nearby. Rylee gestured. “Have a seat, Gaby.”
“Thank you.”
“I had the cook make you a human breakfast. Omelet, toast, bacon and hash browns. Or do you prefer something else?”
“No. That’s perfect, thank you.” Rylee seemed nice, almost human, yet, her plate consisted of meat. Beef or deer maybe…and raw. “Coffee or tea?”
“Coffee, please.”
