No Werewolves Allowed - Night Tracker 2 by Cheyenne McCray

Author:Cheyenne McCray [McCray, Cheyenne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy - Contemporary
Published: 2011-12-07T00:40:34+00:00

Johnson’s gaze met mine. “Once you contaminated him, I had no choice but to dispose of him.”

The coldness in his voice was enough to chill my skin even more. I was sitting on my haunches and tired of looking up at him. No doubt he wasn’t letting me stand because he wanted that intimidation factor of his height over my position on the floor.

Sometimes I really hated males.

“So does that mean,” I said, putting the most thoughtful expression on my face and consideration in my tone,

“that once I rip off your mask you’ll have to shoot yourself?”

Johnson scowled and pointed the barrel of the Kahr at my thigh. “You’re an abomination, like the Werewolves and that other beast we captured with you.”

I clenched my hands into fists and bit my tongue hard to keep from screaming at him. Abominations? There was that word again. And he had called Angel a beast. Had she shifted into a squirrel?

The dangerous flash in my eyes would only give him more reason to fear and want to exterminate my kind, so I had to control it.

“According to our blood tests, it is something different than the Werewolves.” Johnson scowled as he spoke and my spine went rigid as he referred to Angel as an it.

“She is not an it.” I dug my nails tighter into my palms. Soon I would cut my own flesh open from the power I was exerting. “You’d better not hurt her or I’ll kill you in the most painful way possible.”

Behind his mask he smirked and my nails broke the skin of my palms as I clenched my fists tighter.

Stinging sensations radiated through my arms and warm blood touched my fingers.

Johnson glanced at the camera and said, “Send the techs in,” before returning his gaze on me. He said nothing. I wasn’t inclined to speak, so we just held each other’s gazes. I could stare him down all night if he wanted a staring contest.

The door scraped open, giving him an excuse to glance toward it. Two individuals came through the door, whom I assumed were techs. They wore the same type of masked green outfits as Johnson and Lawson, with the exception that each suit had a thick blue armband.

What really held my attention was the shiny metal chair they were rolling in. Metal cuffs dangled from thicklinked chains at the arms and legs.

Johnson intended to strap me to that chair and force me to talk. My palms grew even bloodier from the power I was exerting by digging my nails deeper. It seemed to be the only thing grounding me at that moment.

“Marton, Terrence, set it there.” Johnson nodded to the center of the room and the techs set the chair down with a thump.

No way in all of the Underworlds would he get me in that chair. I might not have my elemental magic, but I had my Drow strength. I’d taken out the other scientist, and I’d take Johnson out, too.

Blood dripped down my palms and a spot splattered on the floor.

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