Untamed Wolf. Linda Johnston O.

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      * * *

      Sara lay on her back in the dark, on the uncomfortable bed in her new apartment, willing herself to fall asleep.

      She had closed the blinds, but a soft glow still penetrated between the slats. The light from the full moon.

      Hell, she had trained her body as much as she had trained her mind. She never had trouble getting to sleep.

      Except tonight.

      Her thoughts kept returning to the pack of wolves she’d seen. They were wolves, weren’t they? They didn’t look like any breed of domesticated dog she knew of.

      On the other hand, they had been so calm at first. Even when a few had moved quickly toward her, none had acted as if it intended to attack.

      And then there’d been that soldier who shooed her away.

      What was this?

      Was the mysterious Alpha Force really composed of shapeshifters? Somehow, that didn’t seem as nonsensical now as it had before.

      Of course it could still all be some kind of ruse that the military was attempting to impose on enemy forces—couldn’t it? That was the logical assumption. But if so, how had they tamed those wolves that way?

      Sara turned over, trying to get comfortable. Maybe she should pull up a training manual on her laptop. Read something, at least.

      But she knew that if she did boot up her computer, she would instead search for something else entirely.

      Werewolves.

      She had gone to bed in her usual sleeping attire—a T-shirt and matching shorts. She was comfortable in them. She kept telling herself that the room’s warm temperature was fine. So was what she was wearing. So was everything except for the outrageousness of her thoughts.

      She needed sleep, but it wouldn’t come.

      What time was it, anyway? She turned over and pulled her smartphone from the nightstand beside the bed where it was charging.

      Really? Was it actually almost five o’clock? The night was nearly over.

      And she clearly wasn’t going to sleep a wink.

      Throwing the covers off, she flipped the light switch at the side of the bed.

      She had an idea what to do next.

      She was going to track down those damned wolves.

      * * *

      She had dressed in her camo fatigues. She once more used the stairs to get to the first floor of the BOQ, then slipped out the side door again.

      This time, she was armed—with a camera. She had shoved it into her pocket.

      Since this Alpha Force was supposed to be so covert, she suspected that if she took any pictures of the wolves she might be considered in breach of military protocol—at the least. She might even be doing something illegal. Certainly, it could be contrary to her security clearance.

      But she didn’t intend to show anything to the world. No, if she found those wolves again, she would take pictures only for herself.

      Darkness still hovered over the base—the darkness before dawn, since the moon was setting behind the trees. Soon, the sun would rise.

      For now, Sara kept in shadows as she crossed the paths toward the woods where the wolves had emerged from among the trees.

      She stayed just outside the foliage. Canines, whatever their nature, had keen hearing. They’d hear her anyway, but she didn’t want to make it any easier by tromping on dry, fallen leaves.

      She found the base interesting in its layout. From where she was, most buildings—nearly all low and two-or three-story—were to the left, and the woods were to her right. It wasn’t hard to stay in shadows, but that was changing with almost every minute.

      Dawn was breaking.

      She— What was that?

      She heard a noise in the woods, as if someone else stepped on those dry leaves. Was it the man who had shooed her back inside before?

      Or was it an animal?

      A wolf?

      Okay, if she was going to have any chance at all of seeing what she sought, of taking pictures, it was time to move. Slowly, so she didn’t make any more noise than absolutely necessary, she slid between the trees.

      It was darker here than in the open, but the fact that sunrise was beginning made it easier to see.

      There. She heard something again.

      A howl?

      No...it sounded more like a moan. A human moan.

      Was someone hurt? Had those damned wolves attacked someone?

      Less inclined to be protective of herself when someone might need her help, she walked faster in the direction of the noise.

      The moans sounded louder, accompanied by other noise, as if something thrashed in the underbrush. Was it a person being attacked?

      Damn, she really should have brought a weapon. She had her phone in another pocket and could call for help if necessary, but the first minutes during an attack could be critical. She needed to find out fast exactly what was going on.

      She started running in the direction of the sounds.

      She emerged into a clearing among the trees where daylight was beginning to glimmer.

      Sara blinked in confusion and disbelief as she looked at the source of the sound.

      Only one being was present in the clearing. It definitely wasn’t a fight but—what was it?

      That wasn’t one of the wolves. Or at least the furry being didn’t look like one—not exactly. It was larger, more elongated, and as Sara watched, the hair on its body appeared to be sucked in until only flesh remained except on the head—and in certain private areas where humans also had hair.

      Male humans—and hair wasn’t all that was private that Sara observed.

      This couldn’t be. And yet, it was.

      As she watched—and, fortunately, had the consciousness to start shooting pictures, including a video—the wolf-like creature disappeared, replaced by the form of a man.

      Not just any man.

      She realized quickly that it was Sergeant Jason Connell she watched, changing from a wolf back into a human.

      She couldn’t stop staring at him, and not just because of the incredible metamorphosis she had just observed.

      Jason Connell stood there, breathing hard as if shedding final discomfort at what he had gone through. He flexed his body—his arms, his chest and СКАЧАТЬ