afternoon’s work because the crew from LRG
joined them. Was it possible that she was already reacting to a false mating? Just
from a kiss?
Did Tad know he had wolf genes? She couldn’t let him make love to her and then
leave him to face a world for which he wasn’t prepared. Because he was a half-blood, having sex with her would trigger his wolf, and by the next full moon he
would be able to shift. He needed to be warned, trained, and she wouldn’t be
here after their rendezvous. She would either return to Whistler to prove her
skills were gone or she would disappear into the wilderness.
Missy forced herself to stop daydreaming about Tad. There were other goals yet
to accomplish. Opening her laptop she logged into the first stage of the Whistler-wolf-pack website. Maggie was still online. Her sister’s habitual evening online
chat was their prearranged set-up. It gave Missy information she would never be
able to access otherwise. When Maggie signed out at nine p.m., Missy entered
her sister’s pass code with a false ISP number and snuck into the system while the
time clock stayed motionless. Missy took a big breath and blew it out in a slow
stream. The records would continue to show her sister’s presence until the
mandatory one-hour system shutdown occurred. Missy checked her watch and
set to work.
Accessing Doug’s daily email records and his private message box was a piece of
cake with her computer skills. She was relieved to see that while her brother-in-
law continued to track her, he hadn’t put out a call to make her return before her
time was up and there were no plans in place to harass her sister.
Missy snooped around to gather more information on the pack’s illegal activities
to use as ammunition to challenge Doug. Perhaps she could leak the information
to the authorities and get him arrested by the human system if the wolf council
was unable to help. She did a little archive research on Omega wolf characteristics
and one hour later, Missy logged out. She was still safe.
For now.
Chapter Four
Tad completed a few more official flight papers. He pulled a beer from the fridge
and turned the TV on low in the background as he sat and flipped through a
couple of the magazines on the table.
He was wasting time until he could go and pick up Missy for the evening and he
knew it. She said she’d be ready by eight and he was fretting and worrying like he
was back in high school. Three days he’d been waiting since Saturday, three
nights of his mind producing the most erotic of dreams to haunt him. He had a
permanent hard-on and every little glimpse of Missy at the work site simply drove
his need higher.
A date with Missy, a real actual grown-up date. It was enough to make his
worries about getting triggered fade into the background, at least temporarily.
The phone rang and his heart leapt. Then he realized it wasn’t his house phone or
his cell phone.
Crap. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten about his sister. It was Tuesday and
Robyn was supposed to check in tonight. Good thing he’d still been home or she
would have flipped. He opened the satellite phone to check for a text message. A
voice rose from the speaker instead.
Weird. Robyn never spoke out loud. She was deaf. She signed or she wrote notes
or she stomped and threw things.
“Hello?” Tad said hesitantly.
“Hi, Tad, this is Keil Lynus. How are you, man?”
“Hey. I’m doing great.” He glanced down at the phone trying to figure out what
was strange about this call. Keil was a regular client, a wilderness guide and a
great guy who just happened to be a wolf. He was also the one who’d explained
about werewolves in the first place when his little brother had screwed up and
accidentally shifted in front of Tad. “What’s up? Troubles with TJ? Need help
rescuing him?”
“No, TJ doesn’t need any rescuing, we already dug him out.”
“No way, I was joking. Your brother is such an
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