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She stuck her tongue out at him, but hopped in the police cruiser beside him before they sped off after the others.
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The carnage they found in the back alley turned Regan’s guts.She’d have retched if she’d been a little weaker on the stomach.They were too late, this time.Finally she understood how her fellow wolves could turn the dying.She couldn’t have let them go.Not like that.
Gone.Again.Another team gone.This time with no way to save them.They were already wolves.Which meant not even shifting was always going to keep them alive.She’d thought, when she’d managed to salvage her ruined uniform…
She really was a rookie.Some things couldn’t be fixed.
They followed the trail of gore to the edge of their district and beyond.To another small industrial park at the outskirts of town.The by now familiar scent of wolves lingered, though she didn’t know this pack by smell.Foreign.Evil.
They were gone.Lock, stock, and barrel.She could smell the cold steel of weapons and munitions, a tang of lead and brass assaulting her nose.And there were other smells.Smells she’d come to know by now.Wolves.Sex.Blood.Death.But mostly guns.Lots and lots of guns.
“Colonel!Over here!”One of the pack called the Alpha to him.Without a word, the colonel went to the lesser wolf’s side, looking gravely at his feet.Two shattered tracking pellets lay on the concrete floor, smashed beyond any hope of ever working.
“I’m not liking this,” the colonel muttered.He lifted his nose and took in a long, slow breath, obviously searching for a particular scent.
Regan closed her eyes and sniffed as deeply as she could, blocking out everything around her.She knew those smells.“Belle and Jarod?I thought they were transferred to the FBI task force.”
“Yeah.The FBI Paranormal task force.They were supposed to infiltrate the Russian pack.”
“Well, either they did, or theyreallydid,” Snorrasan growled.“Either way, we have to find them.”
“Damn fucked-up mess, us not being there when those two were turned,” the colonel complained.“Good team.Too good to lose to the fucking FBI bozos.Who the fuck do they think they are, moving in on our pack jurisdiction, anyway?If they’ve gotten our wolves killed, I’ll personally gut that damn Agent Miller.”
“We both know the FBI pack leader is too cavalier with his agents’ lives,” Snorrasan agreed.“But Jarod and Belle are smart.If they’re still alive, they’ll find a way to contact us.”
“I hope you’re right, Snorrasan.I hope you’re right.”
Snorrasan looked out across the gathered wolves.“Carson.Callahan.I lost my best field commanders today.Like it or not, like me or not, I know you two have got what it takes.I’m counting on you two to give this team all you’ve got.As of now, you two are my new lieutenants.”
Good.This was good.Butch might not respect Snorkelface the way he did the colonel, but he’d accept his leadership, because the man was older and wiser, and had the colonel’s complete confidence.And if that confidence proved to be misplaced, Regan knew where her loyalties lay.
Strikeforce (Memphis Heat 3)
A Shifter Cops Dark Romantic Thriller
Marteeka Karland & Shelby Morgen
Memphis, Tennessee.The Russian Mob’s declared war on the MPD, leaving a team of dead cops in their wake.Lt.Jamie Callahan’s convinced there’s a mole in their pack, and he and his new partner must figure out who set them up -- and who’s responsible for the deaths of their former lieutenants.
Officer Amanda Black has her sights set on the hottest hottie in the MPD calendar, Mr.July, Lt.Jamie Callahan, but every time she gets close, he backs off.Is he avoiding her because she’s black?Or because he’s got some last century sense of nobility when it comes to officers under his command?Either way, Amanda intends to change Callahan’s mind.No one stands up to an Alpha She-Wolf in heat.She’s about to mark her territory, and any woman who gets in her way’s going to feel her claws.
Chapter One
“Callahan.Black.My office.Now.”Snorrasan’s abrasive voice ripped through the squad room.
Jamie Callahan took his time buttoning his shirt before he headed down the hall to answer the summons.Granted, Snorrasan was his commanding officer, and Callahan would never openly disrespect a superior in front of those in his command, but Snorrasan was a son of a bitch at best.Callahan had disliked him from the moment they’d met.Still, the man was good at his job.
“Congrats on the promotion, Callahan.”
Callahan glanced up to see Amanda Black heading for Snorrasan’s office, those long, long legs of hers eating up the distance between them.And the look didn’t stop there.He trained his attention on her face, because looking lower was unprofessional.Not that it helped -- her face was one of her best features.Hell, just the mention of her name was enough to kick Jamie Callahan’s libido into overdrive.Except for one persistently nagging issue that even time couldn’t sweep under the history books.
“Thank you, Officer Black.Glad to see you’re back on duty.”He was now her commanding officer.And that meant she was off limits.Which didn’t help a whole hell of a lot, but sometimes addressing her formally, saying her rank out loud, made him acutely aware he had his integrity to protect.
“The feeling’s mutual, I assure you.Fucking hospitals give me the creeps.Especially the one I came from.I felt like a giant lab rat.Work seemed the only cure.”Her smile seemed to light up the world, taking away some of his tension over almost losing her.But not all of it.He doubted that fear would ever completely dissipate.
“We’ve missed you.”I missed you.They’d lost Smith and Reginald, and nearly lost Black and White as well.
