Page 41 of Wed Or Dead

That surprised her. “She’s a hybrid?” Kayla had heard about another wolf like that, once, but that wolf shifter had lived way down south.

“No. She’s full-blooded.” His gaze darted to the screen that showed Faye’s image. “But when she was thirteen, a sick prick got hold of her. A doctor who said he could cure wolves. Faye’s parents wanted her cured.”

“Why?” She’d thought wolves loved their beasts.

“Because they didn’t want to be monsters. Didn’t want her to be one.”

Kayla flinched.

“The doctor pumped liquid silver in her veins. Burned her from the inside out. She’s never been able to change.”

Her eyes squeezed shut. She couldn’t even guess the agony a procedure like that would bring to a child. “What happened to the doctor?”

“The human who got off on torturing wolves?” Fury burned in his voice. “Don’t worry. He’s not ‘curing’ anyone. Not anymore.”

No. She bet he wasn’t.

Not good. Not evil.

Where did Gage really fall on that scale? Where did she?

Her eyes opened. Determination fueled her blood. “Let’s get them out of there before the next guard shift comes to check on Thomas.”

She grabbed the key cards. Headed for the woman first. Faye stood in the middle of her prison. Her head was down. Her body held perfectly still.

But when Kayla and Gage entered the narrow corridor that led toward the caged wolf, the woman’s body tensed. Her head snapped back.“Alpha.”Hope and fear twisted the one word.

Gage hurried toward her. “We’re getting you out, Faye.”

Faye’s dark gaze—her eyes almost looked pitch black—locked on Kayla. “The hunter? She…smells of you.”

Great. Shifter noses. Kayla swiped the key card and jerked open the cell door. “Come on.”

One wolf down.

One to go.

But Faye didn’t move. Her gaze stayed locked on Kayla. “Is this…a trick?” she asked. Her eyes narrowed. “You hate me. Why would you help us?” That gaze slid back to Gage. “Even if you’re fucking the alpha,”

Yeah, I am fucking him.And with shifter senses, well, hell, she might as well be wearing a giant neon sign that said,Hi, I’m Kayla, and I just screwed the alpha.

“Why go against your own kind?” Faye demanded and her soft voice was laced with steely anger.

“Because they’re not my kind.” Lyle wasn’t. He wasn’t Gage’s kind, either. He was just a murdering, sick bastard.Thatkind.

He’d told them all that Faye was psychotic. That she’d sliced open five men in Vegas. Kayla had seen the pictures, but hadn’t talked to the men. Lyle had told her interviews weren’t necessary. Now she needed to hear Faye’s side of the story. “Why’d you do it?”

Faye held up her hand. Claws broke from her fingertips. “The bastard doctor didn’t totally kill my wolf.”

Were the claws supposed to scare her?Think again.“Five men are now walking the streets of Vegas with your mark on their faces.Why?”

Because Kayla had to make sure she was doing the right thing. She was going against years of training. Everything she’d ever believed.

Faye’s delicate face hardened. “Thosemen,” the word was a curse, “got off on hurting women, and they made the mistake of thinking they’d hurt me, too.” Faye’s lips thinned. “No one hurts me and just walks away. Those days are long gone.”

There was no missing Faye’s intensity. Or the pain that echoed in her voice. Kayla stared at her—and believed Faye’s words.

Not evil. Not good.

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