Page 61 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf

“Handling the guards outside. I think he took out the generator, too.”

Smart.

A pair of lights illuminated, diffused by the fog but giving them a direction. It meant they didn’t trip on the shattered equipment and could step over the prone bodies. Once they reached the source of the lights, she could see Bessie, and she turned out to be exactly as Derek described, a futuristic armored truck with a grinning Gramps in the driver’s seat. Grams hung out at the top, gray hair peeking, looking a tad demonic with her wide grin and rifle in hand.

“Get in through the passenger door,” Grams called out. “There’s cocoa and tea in the thermoses, as well as snacks if you’re hungry.”

“Thank you,” Mom exclaimed. “Thank you so much, Gertie. From now on, all your honey is on the house.”

It took a second for Athena to realize that was Grams’ real name.

“Bah. I should be paying you. This is the most fun I’ve had in years. Get in. Get in. We’re going to be reversing shortly and blowing this place to pieces. Gotta hide the evidence.”

Athena approved of that plan. While some of Rogers’ research might remain on a hard drive somewhere, the samples would at least be destroyed.

Mom and Selene wasted no time getting inside Bessie, but Athena didn’t join them. She wasn’t done hunting.

“This way.” Derek held her hand while the other one gripped a gun. He led her outside into a world of swirling mist. In the open, it hung so thick she could barely see Derek by her side.

It muffled sound as well, and strain as she might, she struggled to hear anything. She’d never find Rogers in this.

Grawr. The sudden growl of a wolf and a man yelling, “Where is it?” had her moving fast and instantly tripping, as the uneven pavement caught at her feet.

Derek hauled her up before she hit the ground. “Move slower,” he cautioned. “Won’t help your brother much if you twist an ankle, or worse.”

She inched, chafing at her slow speed, but Derek was right. She couldn’t allow something stupid to stop her from helping her brother.

“I see him, argh!” A man screamed as the sounds of growling intensified.

A sudden yelp made Athena flinch.

“I got him!” someone crowed. “Shoot him with another tranq. He’s not going down.” The same man screamed as the snarling continued.

She flinched at eachpftsound of the dart being fired. Poor Ares.

“He’s down!” crowed someone she couldn’t yet see.

“Take him to the car.” Athena stiffened as Rogers barked the command, his voice unmistakable. The fucker lived and appeared to have captured Ares.

“We have to stop them,” she huffed.

“They’re parked around back,” Derek said just as an engine roared to life.

The direction led to her slapping a hand on the church and using it to guide her through the thick fog. As she turned the corner, she was in time to see two glowing eyes in the mist.

Not eyes, headlights.

“They’re getting away!”

“No, they’re not,” Derek’s grim reply. He aimed and fired, the popping of a tire explosively loud. Another shot and the engine whined before dying.

Car doors opened with Rogers shouting, “Shoot them.” Shots pinged from the mist, flying wildly, as they couldn’t see each other. A good thing for them.

“We need to reach that vehicle,” she huffed.

“I’ll cover you. Stay low,” Derek advised.

As he fired back, someone screamed, “I’m hit! Oh, God.”

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