Seducing The Wolf - By Marisa Chenery Page 0,55
see I didn't kill you with that tranquilizer, lone wolf. One never knows how much to use."
"I'd have to take your word for it since I've never resorted to using such a cowardly way to subdue an opponent," Royce said blandly.
Gren snarled and snapped his teeth at him. "Watch your mouth. You're not exactly in a position to be taunting me."
"We both know perfectly well you won't do anything to me. At least not until you try the spell again."
"That may be true, but if your blood turns out not to be the key, I see no reason to keep you around. It would be to my advantage to do away with one who has been a thorn in my side more than once. But the spell will have to wait. I can see you are still feeling the effects of the drug. I will wait until it is completely out of your system. I don't want to take the chance that it would in someway affect the outcome of my little experiment." Gren walked forward and grabbed a handful of Finn's hair. He pulled his head back as he looked down at him. "Especially when I have such a fine specimen here to try it on. This one will make an excellent werewolf."
"Werewolf?" Finn asked with a harsh laugh. "Now I really know you're nuts. Werewolves don't exist, and you sure as hell can't change me into one."
"You mortals are all the same." Gren let go of Finn's hair. "If something is beyond what you consider the realm of possibility, you think it doesn't exist. In this case, you are wrong."
Royce growled loudly in warning as Gren went wolf and lunged for Finn's throat. Gren's sharp teeth missed the other man's jugular by mere inches. Finn didn't move a muscle. The widening of his eyes was the only sign that gave away his uncertainty.
"Back off, Gren."
Gren shifted back to his human form. "What do you think you're going to do, lone wolf? As long as you're bound in those ropes you can't go wolf, and you know it." He chuckled when Finn looked at Royce with shock on his face. "It looks as if I've given you both something to talk about after I leave. How about I make it even more interesting?" He waited until he had Finn's full attention. "Royce has claimed your sister as his mate. That means she has bound herself to a werewolf. How do you feel about your sister letting one of my kind between her legs every night?" Gren then left the room, once more locking the door behind him.
Finn roughly shoved Royce away. Royce just barely managed to catch himself before he lost what balance he had. Finn's eyes raked his face. "He's telling the truth, isn't he? You are both werewolves. Christ, your eyes are glowing just as his did before he changed into a wolf. You're an animal like Gren."
Royce shook his head. "Yes, I'm a werewolf, but don't compare me to Gren. He's just a bad example of one. Just as you mortals, we have good werewolves and bad werewolves."
"Does Billie know what you are? Or have you been keeping it a secret from her?"
"Billie knows now what I am. She has accepted me as her mate."
"Bullshit. Billie wouldn't sleep with an animal."
Having reached his limit of how many insults he could take from Billie's brother, Royce growled threateningly at him. "I've had just about enough of you calling me an animal, boy. I love your sister, and she feels the same way about me. Get used to it."
"If what you say is true, then we have an even bigger problem than trying to get ourselves free. I assume you know about my sister's ability to find anyone?"
Royce felt a chill run down his spine. "Yes."
"Well then, you know once Billie finds out that both of us are missing she's going to 'look' for us. And she'll know exactly where we are."
Royce knew Finn was right. Unless they could somehow manage to get away from Gren, Billie was bound to show up looking for them. And when she did, she would come face to face with Gren.
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Rolling down her car window, Billie pushed the button that buzzed up to the large house at the end of the gated drive. When the gate swung open to allow her entry, she quickly drove her car through it. Any other time she would have been impressed by the