“Good, because I’m quite fond of my remaining ear,” he sneered. “And my new pet.”
Slade held his temper. Apparently not fond of your head, because next time that’s what I’ll take.
Slade draped his arm over Cricket. He hoped she knew he’d do whatever it took to protect her. She acted brave, but her pulse raced. “Where we going?”
“An excursion inside Wolf Lair, and then to dinner to meet our supreme leader, Wolfstrom.”
He stared out the window in silence. The underground base looked like it had been around for a long time. The smell of werewolves and humans indicated they worked together for some cause. He caught a scent. “So you do keep omegas.”
“Why of course, they do all the labor, along with the human workers.”
Cricket tilted her head. “And I thought you kept only alphas and betas to create some supreme super race of werewolves. Zee, Aryan wolf,” she mocked.
Henrik smiled. “Yes, of course, we prefer alphas and betas, especially for breeding purposes, but that’s not the reason we disposed of the omegas.”
“So why get rid of them when you obviously keep omegas here?”
“Wolfstrom will explain everything.”
Slade narrowed his eyes at Henrik. “Where are you keeping the unchanged ones?”
Henrik snorted. “So many questions.”
“Why not tell us? It’s not like we’re going anywhere,” Cricket said.
“How true you are, little runt.”
Cricket frowned. “So?”
“Outside Wolf Lair, there is a pristine forest where the two packs roam in pure bliss.”
“I suppose you keep them in with an electric fence or walled in so they can’t escape.”
“Not necessary.”
Slade felt relieved they were still alive, but how odd they would not make an escape attempt. They must have witnessed their guards and omegas slaughtered. He could only imagine the hate they felt for these evil rogue werewolves. Amnesia drug, he figured.
A wall opened, and they drove out onto a forest road. After a mile, they crossed a bridge over a moat heading for a castle built on a high cliff. Once they made it over the bridge, it rose. Guards bowed and then used a remote to open the gate. Behind them, the gates closed. How the hell would he get Cricket and the other kidnapped werewolves out of here?
Henrik turned. “Welcome to Wolf Lair Castle.”
“Wolf lair?” Slade cocked his head. “Now I remember, Wolf Lair, is what the Nazi werewolf oath breakers named their secret underground bunker?”
Henrik chuckled. “Ah, so you know your history.”
Cricket added. “Only the German pack king and their global pack allies wiped them off the face of the earth.”
“Not all,” said Henrik. “Not Max Wolfstrom’s family and pack.”
Cricket swallowed. “Wait, as in Dr. Gunter Wolfstrom?”
Slade lifted his brow. “Who’s that?”
“A Nazi werewolf who worked on biological weapons at Riems Island,” said Cricket.
“But every oath breaker was killed,” muttered Slade.
Henrik smiled. “Yes, so they thought. He and five pack members including his wife and two unchanged pack members escaped with the help of Die Spinne.”