Page 53 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf

“Not people,” Grams spat. “Degenerate assholes who think it’s okay to kidnap people.”

Derek’s lips flattened. “A valid point but, at the same time, I don’t want you spending the rest of your life in jail.”

“Oh, you sweet bastard. You’re assuming that we’ll be caught and that anyone will care. If we do this right, we’ll rescue the girls and, to cover our tracks, we bomb the place. Bring it down and then toss a bit of gasoline on it before lighting it up to remove all evidence.”

“What if someone notices Bessie going to and from the church?” While Derek wouldn’t change his mind about rescuing, putting his grandparents in danger did concern.

“Bessie ain’t got plates. Nor a VIN. As far as the government knows, she don’t exist. We go in fast; we get out fast,” Gramps countered.

They made it sound so easy.

But if they were wrong…

He couldn’t think like that. This had to work. They didn’t have a choice. The women had to be rescued, and soon. He dreaded to think what might have already happened.

“I need some air.” Derek popped outside and sucked in a deep lungful, eyeing the night sky with its twinkling stars.

Ares joined him. “I know the plan’s got flaws.”

“Ya think? We have no idea how many guards this doctor has or if he will call in law enforcement once we hit the church.”

“I doubt the cops will help him.”

“He’s got connections and money,” Derek pointed out.

“He does, but even he’s not above the law. Kidnapping people and performing experiments is still highly illegal.”

“For all we know it’s government sanctioned.”

“Any better ideas?”

A sigh left Derek. “No. I know we have to do this, just like I know people will die. I’m just worried it won’t be the bad guys.”

“Me too. I wish we had longer to plan. More people to help. Some magical fucking wand. But all my family’s got is us.”

“Why does this Rogers want you guys so bad? What makes you so special?” Derek glanced at Ares, whose lips flattened.

“What’d Athena tell you?”

“Not much, just that he thought she had interesting genetics.”

Ares said nothing for a moment, just gripped the porch rail staring outward before softly saying, “Do you love my sister?”

“Would I be planning an armed assault if I didn’t?” his retort.

“Would you love her no matter what? In sickness and health?”

“Duh. What kind of asshole do you take me for?”

“I know you’re not, but what I’m about to tell you is kind of fucked up.”

“So you do know why Rogers is interested in Athena?”

“Not just her. Me and my sister too. Mom was probably taken by mistake.” Ares paused, and his head ducked before he muttered something Derek couldn’t hear.

“What was that?”

“I said we’re werewolves.”

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