Page 57 of Wolfish
She agreed. “We did get a ton of flattering remarks, and we complimented each other. On another subject, tomorrow night, I’ll finish up Jane Doe number two’s facial reconstruction, take the pictures, and send them off. I can’t believe the other one didn’t get any hits.”
“I know, but family and friends might not have reported her as missing.” He parked in the garage, closed the garage door, and they went inside the house.
But instantly, they smelled that the three brothers had been there, and neither Selena nor Daniel had their guns with them since they had been at the Halloween party.
Plus, they really had thought the brothers were long gone.
He didn’t see the men, who might be hiding in the house, waiting for them to return.
He motioned for Selena to stop and return to the garage. She stepped backward into the garage and began texting on her phone. Daniel saw that the second Jane Doe’s partial reconstruction, which had been sitting on the dining room table, was no longer there.
He wanted to get his gun from the gun safe, but it was in the bedroom. It was impossible to tell where the men were. He suspected that they were hiding in the house and hadn’t left. Were they in the bedroom?
He suspected they were. Anticipating ambushing them. Had they heard the garage door rumble as it opened? He wasn’t sure. He could hear it, being a wolf, but the master bedroom was on the other side of the house, so humans might not be able to hear it.
Still, he thought that if they tried to open the garage door again, they could be rushed, and he didn’t have bulletproof car windows. Under a barrage of bullets, Selena and he could be killed.
“Peter and the other deputies are coming,” she whispered to Daniel. “Can you move back into the garage and shut the door and lock it?”
“Yeah, but they can unlock it from the other side.”
“You can’t just stand in the house. Come on back to the garage.”
Then he remembered his other gun. “Hell, I’ve got a gun in the glove box. I was going to put it away before the party, but forgot.”
“You still can’t shoot it out with the brothers.”
Thinking of the last time he had faced the three men, guns firing, and got shot, he had to agree. He stepped back into the garage and slowly closed the door.
“I’m turning into my wolf. At least I’ll have teeth to fight with.” Selena began stripping off her clothes.
“I’m getting my gun out of the glovebox.” He locked the garage door with his key. Then he retrieved his gun from the car while Selena finished removing her clothes and shifted into her wolf.
Someone on the other side of the garage door unlocked it. Daniel hit the garage door opener in anticipation of the reinforcements' arrival. But Peter and the others were already too late.
The menaces were coming through the door.
The brothers charged into the garage, guns blazing. Daniel dove down behind his car, his heart pounding. All he worried about was Selena being hit. Selena sneaked around the SUV and leapt on the man closest to her. Daniel shot from under the SUV at the other two brothers in the legs to incapacitate them.
They dropped to the floor, crying out in pain. Selena had made the third guy drop his weapon while she kept hold of his arm, protected by the leather jacket, growling and snarling, putting the fear of the devil in him.
“Get it off me!” the man called out.
Just then, Peter arrived with five other deputies, their lights off and sirens silent.
“Two are down, leg wounds,” Daniel said. “My wolf has still got hold of the other one. The man will need to be checked over for bite marks.” They couldn’t afford to have him bitten and turned, but Daniel suspected that’s why Selena had attacked his arm, covered in a leather jacket, forcing him to drop his weapon, but not biting through the heavy material.
Trevor gathered their guns while the EMTs arrived and came to take care of the wounded brothers.
Peter talked to Selena. “You can let him go now. We’ve got his gun. We need to check him over and take him into custody.”
She finally released the third brother, and he put his hands up in the air, his jacket sleeve torn, but Daniel didn’t see or smell any blood.
While the wounded men were loaded up in two ambulances, Peter removed the other brother’s leather jacket and pulled up his sleeve. No sign of any blood or bite marks. “Looks good.”
“Your dog tore up my jacket.”
“You’re lucky she held back. She has the bite of a wolf and could have chewed your arm right off. She’s trained to take down armed combatants. If Daniel had given the word, she would have ripped out your throat.” Peter took him in his car. “Meet me down at the station for witness statements,” he said to Daniel.
