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surprising turn of events, he went downstairs and found his pack in Dontae’s office. They heard him coming before he entered the room, of course, and the looks on their faces were exclusive to each wolf’s personality: Dontae looked grave. Darik, cautious mixed with hope. Eli, amused as he laughed, “From the smell of her just now when she got her things, everything went well?”
    “Keep your nose to yourself. So it was you who planned this?” Nathaniel demanded.
    Eli shrugged from where he leaned against the wall. “I couldn’t stand seeing your mopey face anymore.”
    “I wasn’t mopey.” At the unified sound the three made, he added with more conviction. “I don’t mope. I just wasn’t in a good mood.”
    “And now?” Darik asked with a smile in his eyes.
    Nathaniel looked at Dontae, ignoring the question. “What did you ask her? And why wasn’t I involved?”
    “Relax.” Dontae leaned back in his chair. “We needed to vet her first and if she hadn’t passed the test, it would not have been useful for you to know.”
    Nathaniel’s blood boiled at the idea that a test was conducted without him, but he knew the reasons. Still, it pissed him off. “What did you do?”
    Darik rose from the chair and stood between the two strong-willed beasts. “Now reign it in and we’ll tell you, alright?”
    Nathaniel glared from him to Dontae. The animal inside his soul didn’t like the idea of this particular female frightened or even the least bit uncomfortable. There was no way Dontae was easy on her; it wasn’t his way ever since he’d been burned by love. But years of self-discipline came in handy at that moment. Nathaniel nodded despite his urge to tear Dontae apart.
    “I’m listening.”
    Taking turns and interrupting each other as friends do when explaining an exciting story, they told him that Eli knew the woman’s name and suggested that they should see if she was…worth getting to know. Together they devised the interview and searched her name on the Internet to find her line of business, thereby extracting her contact information. “We couldn’t just go to her house, and snail mail takes too long.” Interviewing her was the most fun Darik had enjoyed in a long time. He felt like an actor in a movie, and while gathering information about her relationship status, he played the role of the smarmy executive. From that he determined she wasn’t the type to open her legs for just any hot guy (Eli rolled his eyes at Darik calling himself hot). Then it was Dontae’s turn and while he got sidetracked by the cheating and stealing questions (which he denied as being selfishly motivated), he revealed the most important discovery which neither he nor Darik were expecting.
    “She said almost word for word what you said about what you did,” Darik exclaimed.
    Dontae repeated, his tone less enthusiastic, “One less foul human being on the planet, or something along those lines.” After a brief pause in which he watched his friend take this information in, he added, “And she did not give away that she was there, or that she knew anything. When it was suggested the ‘animal’ be found to save us all from danger, she said with much enthusiasm that she hoped he never was.”
    “We think she can be trusted,” Darik said.
    “With?”
    “Maybe everything.”
    Nathaniel was thoughtful, his eyes cast down. “I see.”
    “But you need to tread carefully,” cautioned Eli. “From the look on your face when I brought her upstairs, you’re in deep.”
    Nathaniel turned to leave.
    A knowing dimple flashed on Eli’s cheek. “Where are you going?”
    He received a closing door as his answer.

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    A t five-thirty dressed in Hugo Boss black slacks and blazer over a white shirt, unbuttoned with no tie, Nathaniel sat in his limo sedan, deep in thought. Nigel, his driver of the past three years, had the window partition down and was strumming lightly on the steering wheel as they made their way toward the