No Werewolves Allowed by Cheyenne McCray

Author:Cheyenne McCray [McCray, Cheyenne]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780312946425
Google: tj4jpCbifaIC
Amazon: 0312946422
Goodreads: 7628695
Publisher: Calibre
Published: 0101-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

TWELVE

“No!” I shouted as a red spot expanded at once in the jeans material covering one of Angel’s thighs.

She didn’t make another sound but her lips were drawn back in a grimace, exposing her teeth, and her jaw was clenched tight.

Fury raged through me, hot and wild. I would have gone after Johnson, but I was afraid he’d shoot Angel again. He might not kill her because he’d want to experiment on her, but he’d probably mutilate and maim her.

Johnson looked at me in a casual manner, weapon trained on Angel. “If you want it to remain intact, let’s start with you. What are you?”

There was nothing I could do about it. I stared at the blood soaking Angel’s jeans. I wouldn’t let him hurt her anymore. I’d kill him later, anyway.

I kept my gaze steady as I focused on him. “Like Werewolves, I’m a paranorm. I’m half Drow, half human.”

Johnson narrowed his brown eyes behind his mask. I noticed the two interns and both techs had gone still as they looked at me with curiosity and disbelief. Johnson’s voice was distorted through his microphone when he shifted his body to face me completely. “Drow. What the hell are Drow?”

“Dark Elves.” My voice was strong and filled with venom.

He snorted behind his mask, a strange sound through the microphone. “Elves. So you are saying you are part of a mythical race of beings?”

“We’re not mythical.” I straightened. “Much of human mythology is based on fact.”

Johnson jerked his attention to the two techs who were supposed to be cleaning. “I want that mess out of here. Now.”

“Yes, Dr. Johnson,” came a deep voice through one of the tech’s microphones before the pair started scrubbing blood and whatever else had splattered across the floor.

“When you’re finished, get that cadaver out of here. It stinks.” Johnson made a face like someone walking into a public restroom at a gas station. “I don’t want a drop of any contamination left when you are finished.” Both techs nodded and didn’t meet his eyes.

Johnson looked back at me. The sneer on his face told me he didn’t believe what I’d told him. “Explain.”

“A couple of millennia ago, Dark Elves were Light Elves. We were all just Elves, no distinction between Light and Dark.” As I spoke, my mind continued to run through options that would help save both Angel and me. How could I get us out of this room? Best option would be to take Johnson as prisoner once the two techs left with Lawson’s body.

“Drow were banished belowground in Otherworld,” I continued, “…due to differences of opinion and lifestyle.”

“If you come from some other world, why are you here?” he asked. “Where are the others of your kind that live and breathe our air?”

“Live and breathe your air?” My tone was sharp as my temper rose. “It’s our air just as much as it is yours. Dark Elves are everywhere. You would never begin to find us all.”

That wasn’t, isn’t, true. I’m the only one of my people in this Otherworld because I’m the only one of my kind.

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