around?"
"You'd be surprised. Our numbers have slowly declined over the years, but there are still quite a few of us werewolves around."
"I find that hard to believe."
"You've been to Wulf's Den I believe?"
"Yeah." Finn sounded leery.
"I'm sure you noticed all the very good looking people that either work there or come there for a few drinks. Let's put it to you this way. My kind is known to be better looking than the average person." Royce bit back a smile as he felt Finn stiffen behind him.
"Are you telling me I've been trying to pick up werewolves every time I've gone to Wulf's Den?"
"It would seem so. Beowulf, the owner of Wulf's Den, is my pack leader."
"Damn. I never would have guessed."
"Of course you wouldn't have. It isn't as if we want all of mortal kind to know of our existence. That could cause innumerable problems for us. Those of you who would fear what we are would take great joy in annihilating our kind." Royce felt the rope around Finn's wrists loosen.
"And Billie is fine with you being different?"
"Yes." Having managed to untie the final knot, Royce dropped the ends of the rope. "I got it. You should be able to get the rope off now."
Finn hissed with pain. No longer bound, the blood would be rushing back into his hands. "Give me a few seconds to get my feet free, then I'll get you untied."
Royce heard the lock being turned on the door a split second before Finn did. He shook his head when the other man got up and went to stand beside the door. Finn ignored him. Once Gren was in the room, Finn stepped out from behind the door and grabbed him by the shoulder. He spun Gren around and slammed his fist into his face. Gren barely moved. As Finn gathered himself for another strike, Gren lunged. With his hand wrapped around Finn's throat, Gren lifted him off his feet until he dangled in the air. His face started to turn red as Gren cut off his windpipe.
"I see I shouldn't have left the two of you alone together. I'll let this one slide, mortal, only because I want you in one piece when I try the spell. But if you try that again, you won't get off so easily."
Gren threw Finn across the room. He landed in a heap against the wall. Finn pushed himself up into a sitting position and coughed as he tried to draw deep breaths of air into his lungs. Royce snarled at Gren.
"Your time of reckoning has come, lone wolf. Let's put your blood to the test."
Gren stalked over to Royce and grabbed a handful of his hair. He painfully wrenched his neck to the side, exposing the large vein in Royce's neck. Holding him in place, Gren pulled an empty syringe out of his pants' pocket and pulled the plastic guard off the needle with his teeth. Spitting it out, Gren jabbed the needle into the side of Royce's neck. Royce gritted his teeth as the needle penetrated his skin. As Gren filled the syringe with blood, Royce vowed he would make Gren pay before the day was over.
* * * *
"Are you sure this is the place, Billie?" Beowulf asked her as she got out of the car to stand next to him.
"Positive. I'm never wrong."
Using her gift, Billie had Beowulf drive to an older industrial area in the city. In the car that followed behind them were four other men from his pack. Each one of them looked as if they could tear a brick wall apart with their bare hands.
Billie scanned the empty warehouse that was in front of them. She knew Royce was inside there with Finn. If she'd had her way, she would already be inside looking for them, but Beowulf had warned her not to be too hasty. He didn't want to take any chances. It was killing her, but she managed to hold herself back. Being forcibly separated from Royce, she wasn't handling it well. The need to be with Royce was harder to ignore. And now that she was a werewolf, it was hitting her that much harder. It also made the need for Royce to take her, to have his hard cock buried deep inside her core, stronger than she had felt before. It made her edgy and downright bitchy. All she could think about was tearing Gren apart for taking Royce away from her.
Beowulf signaled for his