Page 46 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf

“There’s only one monster in this room, and it’s not my daughters,” Mom’s soft retort.

“You might have been a waste of time capturing. Given the prelims on your bloodwork, I’m going to guess the father was the contributing factor to your genetic anomaly.”

Mom clamped her lips shut.

“No need to answer. The thorough bloodwork will soon reveal all. I can’t wait to separate the human from the lycanthrope. Although we’ll have to make do with DNA samples for your paternal side, given the father is dead.”

“Good luck with that. We had my husband cremated,” Mom spat.

“Doesn’t matter. A comparison of your DNA will give us the truth. Now get some rest. We’ve got a busy month ahead preparing. And don’t worry. There won’t be any mishaps like last time. No more stupid, randy guards delivering food.” He pointedto the slot in the cage big enough for a tray of food and nothing else. “Until tomorrow, when we start the tests.”

Rogers left, and Athena’s forehead hit the bars as she closed her eyes and tried to not lose her ever-loving mind. Fucking hell.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’m sure Ares is working on a way to get us out.”

Athena eyed her mother. “How, when he has no idea where we are?” Her lips turned down. “This is my fault. I should have taken out Rogers when I had the chance.”

“You’re not a killer,” Mom stated.

“I could be,” Athena’s dark reply.

“Can we talk about something else? Because I, for one, am not letting that pencil dick ruin my mood. I saw your new boyfriend,” Selene chirped. “What a cutie.”

“How?” Athena asked with a frown.

“Because I stuck around and saw you having breakfast. Talk about dreamy.” Selene fanned herself.

“You spied!” Athena exclaimed.

Mom shook her head. “I told you not to tell her. But your sister is right. He’s a handsome boy. She showed me pics.”

“Man, Mom. He’s thirty-three.”

“And a firefighter,” Selene added with an approving nod. “The kind sexy enough to pose for a month in one of them calendars.”

“Can we not talk about Derek? I’d rather not think about the fact I’ll never see him again.”

“Don’t be so pessimistic.”

“We’re in a cage,” Athena reminded her Pollyanna sister. “A locked cage, under surveillance.” She waved a hand to the camera watching. “In a place crawling with guards.”

“Have a little faith,” Selene declared.

“Faith in my ability to screw things up?” Athena sighed. “Sorry. I don’t mean to be a Debbie Downer, just Jeezus, we areso fucked. I should have known he’d come after you. We should have run the moment I escaped.”

“Your dad used to say when you can’t hide anymore, fight until your last breath.”

“Or let the fucker expose us and stop pretending we’re something we’re not,” Selene chirped. “I mean, people love Fred, the Sasquatch.”

“He’s a sideshow freak.”

“For now. There are people trying to free him. There’s a petition making the rounds and a court challenge.”

“Challenging what?”

“That Fred is sentient enough that caging him is, in a sense, slavery, which is illegal.”

“Hasn’t worked for monkeys,” Athena pointed out.

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