Wolf Untamed (SWAT - Special Wolf Alpha Team #11) - Paige Tyler Page 0,20

imagine the trauma you and your son experienced this morning. Care to talk about what happened in the diner?”

“Give it a rest, Hobbs,” Diego practically snarled as he stepped between Bree and the man. “They’ve been through enough. Like I said, if you want a statement, you’ll need to get it from public relations. Until then, get back behind the tape.”

Hobbs looked like he was about to argue, but when Diego motioned toward a patrol officer near the diner, the reporter held up his hands in acquiescence.

“I’m going.” Turning, he walked a few steps, then looked back at Diego. “The DPD can try to keep a lid on this, but that’s not going to work much longer. There are frigging doctors and lawyers knocking off banks and jewelry stores. When this whole mess blows up in your faces, I’ll be right there waiting to print every word of it, laughing my ass off the whole damn time.”

Diego made a sound that was suspiciously close to a growl as he watched Hobbs head for the crime-scene tape at the end of the block.

“Is all that stuff he said about a drug out there making people do violent things true?” Brandon asked, eyes fixed on Diego. “Is that why the guy in the diner took all of us hostage, then shot himself?”

“We don’t know,” a deep voice said from behind them.

Bree turned to see three cops in heavy tactical gear approaching. Two of them must have come through the windows of the diner with the officer she’d seen earlier because their uniforms were torn in several places.

“But Hobbs is right about people doing stuff you wouldn’t expect,” the man continued. “If we’re being totally honest, he might be right about the drugs. Something is causing them to act strangely, and drugs are about the only good explanation we can come up with.”

It was obvious Brandon had a lot more questions about what happened in the diner, but he also seemed aware that now wasn’t the right time for them.

“Bree, Brandon,” Diego said, “these are three of my teammates—Trey Duncan, Hale Delaney, and Connor Malone.”

All three of the men were built like Diego with muscles piled on top of muscles and attractive beyond all possible reason. Well, none of them were nearly as good looking as Diego, but pretty darn close. Were they all so well built because they were SWAT or because they were all werewolves?

Good heavens, she really had lost her mind. Now she was seeing werewolves everywhere.

Trey was the one with the deep voice. He had intense blue eyes to go with those tones, and Bree wondered why he was a cop instead of a movie star. Hale had dark-blond hair, blue eyes, and a nose that looked like it had been broken at some point. Connor had hair that couldn’t seem to decide if it wanted to be blond or brown and a distinctly California surfer look that totally worked.

She was so busy gazing at all the hunky men around her that she hadn’t realized Brandon was staring, too. Not until he asked the same thing she’d been wondering earlier.

“Are all of you like Diego?”

Connor looked at him in confusion. “You mean short?”

“Ugly?” Trey suggested helpfully.

“Misshapen?” offered Hale, arching a brow at the look Bree gave him. “What? He’s practically as broad as he is tall.”

Bree almost laughed at the exaggeration. Diego had broad shoulders, but he certainly wasn’t short and misshapen, and definitely not ugly. Like she’d said, while these other three guys were attractive, they couldn’t hold a candle to Diego. Chocolate-brown eyes she could get lost in. Silky dark hair she wanted to run her fingers through. And biceps she was sure she couldn’t get her hand around. She had a real thing for well-muscled arms.

When Brandon still looked baffled, Diego apparently decided to take pity on him because he nodded. “Yeah, they’re like me. Like us, actually. Though we both have a better sense of humor. It’s not their fault. They’re clueless when it comes to knowing what’s funny and what isn’t.”

His friends all chuckled at that as Trey held out Bree’s cell phone. “I think this is yours.”

“It is! Thank you.” She slid it in her purse with a smile. “I forgot all about it.”

Which was crazy, considering she always had it with her. Then again, a lot had happened today.

“Could you tell Mike I’m bringing Bree and Brandon to the compound so we can talk to Gage?” Diego asked. “I’ll probably need you