“Maggie. Danger.” She let go of her hand. “Call the police before they take her.”
After the break-in, Rachel freaked and jumped up, the chair creaking menacingly. “Okay. How much do I owe you?”
“On the house. Go!”
Alarmed, Rachel raced out and ran toward home, her phone out, but not quite committed to calling the police.
Lev sat at Team Greywolf’s situation room table. Ten off-duty members attended, including Cricket and Slade, his friends.
Cricket sat beside him followed by her over protective mate, alpha Prince Slade. An odd mating. She was born a runt and he, heir to the Yukon pack territory. He gave it all up to be with the sexy petite she-wolf. Lucky bastard. Cricket smiled. “You have made an amazing recovery.”
“Thanks to Dr. Becker.”
Slade regarded him. “Not to mention your mutant strength.”
Cricket elbowed him. “We’re all worried about Dr. Becker.”
Lev smiled. “After the meeting, I hope to visit him.”
“Good luck getting passed Selene,” said Cricket.
He winked. “Don’t worry, we are good friends.” He sniffed and glanced around. “Where is my tovarisch, Nik?” The other newest member, like him was Russian and a lone wolf, just learning to work within their pack society.
“He left yesterday morning in one of our helicopters.”
Lev nodded. “I see.”
Rylee entered, and they all bowed in respect. “We are fortifying our security and must find out who the beta mole worked for.” She turned on the wall screen, displaying the mole’s mug. “We have yet to learn her real name. Whoever she was, she went through a lot of trouble to remove a tattoo from her shoulder.” The next photo showed a burnt patch where a laser had peeled the tainted skin off. “I believe she’s one of many undocumented werewolves who escaped our radar. Maybe a member of the Nazi werewolf pack who got away, or even a rogue wolf gathering information for some deviant human organization. Perhaps even The Keep.”
“Is it possible members of the Russian werewolf mobsters were never on the submarine we sunk?” asked Lev.
“Nik and his team of betas are following that lead in the Arctic area.”
Svetlana! If the evil human female who carried Stallo’s blood survived, she must be long gone from the north and hiding far from where werewolves roamed. But if anyone could follow her tracks, it would be Nik.
“The mole may have been brainwashed by The Keep,” said Cricket. The secret group of men who supported global wars had restarted a program to cull werewolves, but since Cricket’s last mission they’d gone dark.
Rylee turned to her. “I’m expecting a call from our agent on the inside.
“Good to know, ma’am,” said Cricket.
“Dr. Becker is out of the woods, and out of his induced coma. Lev? Selena just notified me he’s up for visitors.” She quirked her eyebrow. “You and I will see him.”
Lev sighed. Happy his friend was mending well.
“I’ve notified all packs to fortify their territory and the wardens to check on the whereabouts and current status of all lone wolves. In addition, all enforcers are looking up past disciplined betas to see if our mystery she-wolf comes up.”
Slade spoke. “Why isn’t Dominic, our enforcer, here?”
“I just talked to Dominic and he gave me the go ahead to share some good news.”
“What?” asked Lev.
“Mia, Dominic’s human wife, is pregnant.”
Cricket gasped. “She hasn’t said a word.” She had become Mia’s best friend so she seemed the most surprised.
Rylee laughed. “The doctor confirmed the pregnancy just an hour ago. Mia was under Dominic’s orders to not breathe a word.”