Page 56 of Feral Mates
The shift in the radio host’s voice caught my attention. The moment he began to speak, I held my breath.
“Another reminder that as of this moment, the pack of wolves that escaped the Serenity Wildlife Refuge are still at large and considered highly dangerous. We do have news that four wolves were found killed by unknown assailants. While the information coming in is sketchy and unconfirmed, according to witnesses on the scene, the battle was between two sets of canines. In a surprising note, their actions potentially saved a family from certain death. We’ll bring you updated information as we have it.”
Confirmation the woman on the phone had lied.
Sensations unlike anything I’d felt to date shifted through every blood cell and vein, every muscle and tendon. I slowly looked at Kai. “You killed the wolves attacking the family.”
“Yes.” Apollo’s answer was succinct and I had a feeling I wouldn’t be given any additional information. But I was determined to try.
“Why were they attacking that family?”
There was some communication between the three of them. While I couldn’t read their minds, only able to ascertain their feelings and warnings, I sensed they’d felt compelled to kill them.
“Was the family attacking them?” I pressed.
“No,” Kai said quietly. “They were not.”
Another shiver.
Another confirmation that what had been released from the portal could be malevolent. I remained excited about the possibilities. Lifeforms. Other worlds. Scientific breakthroughs.
But as a woman who’d already seen the effects of manipulating such a breakthrough, I knew the energy needed to be harnessed. But how? What if that wasn’t possible?
Then the portal needed to be closed permanently.
That had been the intent. Make discoveries. Take tests. Never to interfere with other lifeforms if discovered. The rules had been bent and for what reason? Greed? Control? Maybe it was far-fetched, but it appeared Dr. Blackwell had every intention of creating new, never-before-seen lifeforms.
I could only imagine their potential.
And their danger.
“That means there are lifeforms who for the lack of a better word are good and those who are evil. What happened while you were at the refuge? Are the wolves you killed ones who were also there for rehabilitation?” I knew I was tossing out questions that would irritate them. We were all so wired that even if I received answers, I wouldn’t have the brain power to put together the pieces of the puzzle.
Even now, just being so close to all three kept my body humming with electricity. My breasts were swollen, my nipples hard and so sensitive the bra I was wearing was tormenting me.
Every time I shifted in my seat, not only was I reminded of the spanking they’d given me, but also of the desire that had kidnapped my body. Good God, I was a mess.
“No animal was there for rehabilitation, little mate,” Roman gritted out with a heavy hiss in his voice. “We were taken from our packs, trapped and drugged.”
“What? Oh, no.” Exactly as my instinct had suspected. The articles I’d read had been true. Oh, my God. The closeness of the laboratory wasn’t a coincidence. Every muscle tensed and I scanned the road as my pulse skyrocketed.
“There were tests run, drugs given. We knew we wouldn’t make it out of there alive.”
“Which is why you escaped. But it was already too late by then. My God. This is terrible. We need to tell someone. We need to stop this before it gets out of hand.”
In just stating the obvious, I knew and sensed they believed it was likely already too late.
“Did they perform any tests on other animals or just wolves?”
“Wolves only. Why?” Apollo asked. “But other beasts were being kept in cages.”
“They needed to have a controlled testing ground. They chose wolves given their extraordinary abilities.” Did that give me any more comfort the situation was yet to be out of control? No, but it did allow a moment of hope.
If we were able to stop the madness. But how?
Suddenly, I could see what appeared to be a traffic jam up ahead. At this hour, other than a terrible accident, there was no reason for the stop. “We’ve got trouble.” That much my instinct told me.
I glanced at the sign for the upcoming exit while I slowed down. Shit. There were four more miles to go.
