Wolf Untamed (SWAT - Special Wolf Alpha Team #11) - Paige Tyler Page 0,118
and Hobbs away to keep anyone from coming into contact with their blood, Trey had given the medical examiner the piece of material Diego had used to wipe the blood off Brandon and the bubble wrap that had Hobbs’s blood on it. While SWAT had a good relationship with STAT, they weren’t confident the feds would tell them what was in the blood that turned Dave and Hobbs into puppet masters.
“Nothing beyond what she already told us about there being something in it she can’t identify,” Trey said.
“Then why did she call?” Hale asked. “Or did she just want to hear your voice?”
“Funny.” Trey scowled. “While she doesn’t know what’s in their blood, she learned Will Bremen was part of an international research team studying a Paleolithic man they found frozen in the ice in Antarctica. She thinks the man they found had this same stuff in his DNA.”
“Kind of like we have something in ours that makes us werewolves,” Diego mused, digging into his potato salad.
Trey nodded. “A few days after thawing this guy, there was a fire at the research station that supposedly destroyed everything, including their big find. Bremen was the only one who survived.”
“That’s convenient,” Connor muttered. “It sucks not knowing what really happened up there.”
“Dave told me Bremen said he got some of the guy’s DNA in his system, but he didn’t know how,” Bree offered.
“Let’s hope Bremen was the only one on that research team who did, or who knows how many people might be out there right now with the same capability,” Diego said.
That was a scary thought.
On the other side of the table, Hale scooped up a forkful of baked beans. “So, you ever going to stop playing games and ask Samantha out or what?”
Trey flushed, mumbled something about going to put some more burgers on to cook, then got up from the table and made a beeline for the grills.
“What was that about?” Bree asked.
Diego chuckled. “Trey has it bad for the good doctor but won’t admit it.”
“Ah,” she said.
As they finished eating, Diego and his pack mates placed bets on if and when Trey and Samantha Mills ever got together, and if so, which one would ask the other out first.
On the other side of her, Rachel set her knife and fork on her empty plate. “Who’s ready for another game of volleyball?”
When everyone collected their empty plates and tossed them in the trash except Diego, Rachel lifted a brow in his direction.
“You guys go ahead,” he said. “I’m going to hang out with Bree.”
Rachel gave him a knowing grin, then hurried over to catch up with her pack mates already heading for the volleyball sand pit, Kat trotting alongside Connor.
Beside Bree, Diego leaned in close, his warm breath tickling her ear. “Brandon told me he’s staying over at Kevin’s house tonight.”
“Uh-huh,” she said. “That means we have that big house all to ourselves, so you’ll be able to tell me about The One.”
Diego jerked back, doing a double take. “Who told you about that?”
“Rachel.”
He scowled. “I should have known.”
Bree lifted her hand to cup his scruff-covered jaw. “Did you really think I’d be upset we’re destined to be together?”
Diego shrugged, giving her a sheepish look. “I wasn’t sure and I didn’t want to mess things up.”
“You could never mess things up,” she said, kissing him. “I’ve known I was going to fall in love with you since our first date. Knowing we’re soul mates makes what we have that much more special. And when we get home, I’m going to show you how much.”
He rested his forehead against hers. “Home. I like the sound of that.”
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London
Jestina Ridley moved through the dark, dirty alley, careful to avoid the broken glass and occasional uncapped syringe, praying something useful would come out of this little visit to the seedier side of Stockwell. But after sidestepping one especially wet and smelly patch of asphalt, she rephrased that thought, deciding this particular part of southwest London was pretty much all seedy. Definitely not the kind of place tourists flocked to after midnight.
Good thing I’m not a tourist.
“I’ve got nothing,” Jaime Wilkerson grumbled through the tiny radio bud wedged in her ear. “I told you this was going to be a waste of time. That guy we talked to doesn’t know squat about this kidnapping.”