“Henrik discovered your deception a few days ago.”
Long before their secret note writing last night, but how? She crossed her arms over her chest. See, it wasn’t me, sucker.
Jack stiffened. “What?”
Wolfstrom grabbed Jack by the shoulders and lifted him up to meet his eyes. “Your father wants to reinstate werewolf hunting, doesn’t he?”
Jack under his alpha spell, nodded. “Yes.”
Wolfstrom threw him against the wall, and he landed with a thud, stunned. The alpha turned to her. “He stole our new formula for masking scents.”
“So why didn’t Henrik kill him?” asked Cricket.
“I ordered him not to. Better I send Alistair a message to stay out of our business.”
Jack stood and straightened. “We won’t let you get away with this madness!”
“Madness?” Wolfstrom sneered. “It is The Keep, which has kept the world at war with their false flags and control of all global governments. Not that I’m complaining. You helped lay the groundwork for the end of your kind and the rise of ours.” He stepped out and closed the door behind her and Jack or Robert, though she still preferred Pinky; but most likely dead meat would be his new name.
“Hey, I’m not with stupid,” said Cricket.
“If you survive, I might yet convince you to join our cause.”
“What?”
Wolfstrom smiled. “I’m curious to see just how human you are.” He and his guards left.
Cricket gulped. “You are?”
Chapter 16
Cricket paced the cell, looking for an escape route. None.
Jack, or Robert, was it, laughed a
s if the whole werewolf apocalypse thing amused him. “At least I know I’ll be dead in a few hours, but you’ll end up as his vivisection subject.”
“Don’t give up just yet. Keeping you hostage might serve his cause.”
“Father knew I was on a possible suicide mission.”
“And he was cool with that?”
“To be honest, he trusted I’d come back after destroying their facility.”
Yep, cockiness was a sure fire way to die a stupid death. “And you thought I blew your cover?” She stared out the window. Her white-furred wolf hero was nowhere in sight. Had they already erased his memories? If they were true mates, their scent remained embedded no matter what. Yet, how could they be mates? Only if he took a primary mate and kept her on the side. Mother made the mistake of loving an alpha, she would not.
“Henrik never figured out I was the mole so I thought I’d get away with it.”
Cricket frowned. Perhaps he knew all along? “Did The Keep really want to initiate werewolf hunting?”
“Shut up!” Jack reached for the camera and ripped it off the wall.
“Not bad for a human.”
He stomped on the camera. “Fucking cannibalistic shifters.”
“Don’t lump all of us in Wolfstrom’s category. The rest of us keep to a non-human diet regimen.”