Inquisitor (Witch & Wolf Book 1) by RJ Blain

Author:RJ Blain [Blain, RJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pen & Page Publishing
Published: 2014-05-11T00:00:00+00:00

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The wolf in me was frightened, and that scared the hell right out of me. If there was an admittance exam for angels, I’d probably pass for the first and only time in my life. I was dumped out of the quiet comfort of sleep to a world of pain and uncertainty.

The wolf in me was frightened, and I didn’t know why. Keeping still was easy enough. Weights pinned my muscles. If lying still and playing dead was a sport, I was a world-class champion set to go to the Olympics. Did the victory count if my canine competition ended up too frightened to try to best me?

At least I was almost the right species to do tricks on command.

A ringing in my ears brought me back to reality, or what served as reality, considering I hadn’t managed to open my eyes or figure out where I was. Bits and pieces of memories rattled about in my head, and most of them were accompanied by pain. Forcing my scattered thoughts to focus was a little like trying to catch rain in my hands. Through the buzzing in my head, I thought I heard a faint beeping from somewhere nearby.

The rational part of me discounted the possibility of a bomb. Why use a bomb when a grenade was effective? Then again, it hadn’t been, not really. If it had been, I would’ve been dead.

Dead people didn’t wonder about things, did they? Heaven was supposed to be some sort of paradise, not that I had any expectations of actually going there. What would I do in heaven? I was a werewolf.

I had killed people. I would kill again. Most of them would be innocent, like Samantha, who had done nothing more than try to stop me from hurting others.

Hell would’ve been far more appropriate, but hell was either bright and really, really hot, or dark and really, really cold, depending on who was asked. Hell should’ve hurt, but I didn’t.

The ringing in my ears and head was annoying. The rest of me felt like someone had wrapped me in a really warm blanket made of fleece and down, with a layer of something softer and smoother than silk against my skin.

The beeping continued. What was it? I tried to force my eyes open, but they refused to obey me. Something cool tickled my nose, but I couldn’t even sneeze. Another oxygen mask? If I had taken a hit from a grenade, an oxygen mask was logical. I didn’t think I was in motion, so I couldn’t be in the ambulance anymore.

A life support system was the only thing I could think of capable of beeping so much.

“Any news on our Jane Doe?” a man’s voice asked from right over my head.

I would’ve jumped out of my skin if my body hadn’t been busy imitating a sack of rocks.

“Nothing yet, Doctor,” a woman replied. “We’ve made inquiries with the police, but her prints aren’t in the system.”

“Clipboard,” the doctor ordered.

I was alive, then, and at some form of hospital.

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