Page 33 of Feral Mates
Oh, my God, this was nuts. Closing my eyes, I indulged a few seconds of seeing their faces in a split screen in my mind.
The three chiseled hunks.
I’d known their names.
I’d seen them in my mind.
They’d known mine.
I’d seen them as wolves and a few minutes later they were human.
How was that possible?
This was crazy. This was illogical.
This was exciting.
Another pang of desire brought a deep throb into my pussy.
None of this made any sense.
At this point I didn’t care. I pulled the phone away from my face, staring up at the massive building in front of me. It was already teeming with activity, and I caught sight of Dr. Blackwell himself heading in.
A cold shiver skated down my spine.
“I’m so happy you found them. I bet they’d been on an adventure.” My tone was flat and I found myself slinking down in the seat.
“Yes, well, we’ve reinforced our enclosure, so another escape isn’t possible. We need to keep our lions, tigers, and bears safe and secure from the public.”
While she laughed, my mouth went dry. Was it possible Serenity was keeping various species inside their compound? “So good to hear and thank you for your time.”
“Not a problem, Miss…”
“Martin.”
“Miss Martin. Have a wonderful day.”
By the end of the conversation, the questioning tone of her voice had returned. I held the phone in my lap, going over the same thoughts I’d had while tossing and turning the night before.
I had to find a way onto the floor or into the database. I wasn’t certain what I was thinking at this point, but I knew something was way off. The upper echelon, as Carl loved to call the scientists with high level clearance, had been keeping things from the rest of us.
What and why?
Thoughts about the location of the refuge entered my mind. I unlocked the screen on my phone, shifting to the photograph I’d taken of the wolves. I’d managed to capture the essence of power and grace. They were magnificent as animals.
Even better as men.
Proving what I wholeheartedly believed wasn’t going to be an easy task.
Just before I grabbed my things, Dr. Blackwell stopped walking. Turning slowly, he scanned the parking lot, homing in on my little Cruze.
I slunk down even further in my seat, but couldn’t take my eyes off him. From where I was parked and the reflection of the morning sun, he shouldn’t be able to see inside my car.
But I knew otherwise.
The man’s expression was always the same. Blank.
Yet at that moment, the edges of his upper lip curled into a smile.
