Wolf Untamed (SWAT - Special Wolf Alpha Team #11) - Paige Tyler Page 0,19

classes for something like this, or will this be more like an on-the-job thing?”

Diego opened his mouth only to close it again. Damn, he didn’t have a flipping clue how to answer that question. But he knew someone who would.

“There are some people I’d like you to meet who will help you and your mom have a better understanding of what it means to be a werewolf,” he said.

“Other people?” Bree said slowly. “You mean other werewolves?”

Brandon’s heart thumped faster again. “There are other people like us in the world?”

Diego grinned. “Other werewolves? Yeah, you could say that.”

* * *

When they stepped out of the ambulance, Bree’s heart was thumping so fast she was sure it was about to jump out of her chest and run screaming across the street and down the sidewalk—where it would probably be squished flat by the crowd still gathered behind the crime tape. Because seriously, that was the kind of morning she was having.

Not only had she and Brandon almost been killed, but now it turned out her son was a werewolf. If Diego was to be believed. And for reasons she couldn’t come close to explaining, she did believe him. Bree wasn’t sure which one of them was crazier. Diego for claiming to be a werewolf or her for believing him.

Now, she and Brandon were going with Diego to the SWAT compound so they could supposedly meet up with even more werewolves. Nope, that wasn’t crazy at all.

Her first instinct was to say hell no. Actually, her first instinct had been to grab Brandon and run for the hills. But something about Diego made her instinctively trust him. He barely knew them, and yet he seemed to genuinely care about her and her son. Her ex-husband had never looked at either of them that way, that was for sure. She was stunned at how good that made her feel.

“I need to tell my teammates where I’m going,” Diego said as they started across the street.

The moment they reached the sidewalk, a man stepped in front of them, blocking their path. Average height with wavy blond hair, he wore a pair of dress pants and a short-sleeved shirt, both of which were slightly wrinkled, as well as glasses. The guy hadn’t said a word yet, but Bree could tell from the way Diego’s jaw tightened that he didn’t like the guy. For some strange reason, Bree found herself not liking him, either.

“Officer Martinez, another day, another violent crime involving a suspect who doesn’t fit the profile,” the man drawled, the smile curving his mouth making her think he relished the idea of such violence. He held out a small recorder. “Can you confirm for the record that this morning’s hostage situation was another case of a delirium overdose?”

Diego regarded the guy as though he would rather have stepped on him than answer the question. “Delirium? Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Everyone’s calling it that now.”

“You’re the only one who’s calling it that.”

The man grinned. “Okay. You got me there. But it’s catchy, isn’t it?”

Diego scowled. “There’s a reason we put up crime-scene tape, Hobbs. Because you’re supposed to be on the other side of it. You know any official statement for the media involving an active case has to come through DPD public relations.”

Since the guy was a reporter, Bree expected him to say something about the public’s right to know. But Hobbs didn’t bat an eye.

“No problem.” Hobbs slanted a sly look at her and Brandon, gray eyes assessing behind his glasses, before he slipped the recorder in his pocket and turned his attention back to Diego. “I’m fine with a comment off the record. We both know there’s something strange going on here. The people involved in this recent crime wave are ordinary, everyday people who wake up one morning and decide to do something out of character—like take a diner full of people hostage. The rumors are that there’s a new drug on the street. I simply need a source to confirm it. I’ll never mention you by name.”

Diego snorted. “Good try, Hobbs. Not going to happen. Once more for the cheap seats, I have no comment on any active investigation, which includes this morning’s events at the diner, or any other incidents of this so-called crime wave.”

“So, you’re confirming there’s a crime wave?”

When Diego merely glared at him, Hobbs looked at her and Brandon, giving them what he probably thought was a charming smile. “Ernest Hobbs, Dallas Daily Star. I can only