In month three of training, I got to participate in my first assignment. Apparently, a woman had accused the beta of the local wolf pack of assault and rape. The beta, of course, denied the accusation. He even told Tymon that he had proof of his innocence, but the woman wasn’t budging on her story. Because she was human, we were called in to liaise with the pack alpha, Granger Hale, on the matter.
Tymon appointed Todd as lead on the case. Before the initial meeting with Granger and his people, Todd gave me a brief rundown on pack hierarchy. As pack alpha, Granger’s word was law. His beta was his right-hand man, and the enforcers protected the alpha and the rest of the pack.
The hair on the back of my neck rose as three men stalked into the room on quiet feet. Introductions were made. Todd and Tymon got handshakes, but all I got was three, quick, jerky head nods—which I found to be both rude and sexist. Granger took the middle seat while the other two flanked him on either side. All three men were attractive, but Granger was utterly captivating. His dark hair—with the most amazing blond streaks in it—was pulled into a low ponytail. This accentuated his high cheekbones, lush lips, and masculine jawline. His copper-colored eyes hit mine, and I saw his wolf peer out at me with interest. Not about to let on that I could see the monster inside of the man, I quickly glanced away. His beta, who I learned was named Pikah, took the seat to his left, while Stan, the enforcer, sat on his right. Pikah and Stan had no problem checking me out—not in a skeevy way—but more of a who-in-the-hell-are-you-and-why-are-you-here kind of way. Their wolves, however, gave me no notice. Granger gave off the impression that he didn’t much like women, which was a shame because he was definitely something worth looking at.
The three men briefed us on the situation, then Tymon, Todd, Granger, and Pikah formed a plan. As I was instructed to listen and learn, I did not participate. However, I thought it was a stupid plan. After the briefing, Todd, Granger, and I hopped in the car and headed to the woman’s house.
Susie—that was the woman’s name—answered the door. Her eyes lit up, and I could swear she nearly orgasmed when she saw Granger standing there. She exuberantly escorted us inside and asked if we wanted anything to drink. We all declined. Instead of getting the lay of the land, as I would have done, Granger and Todd jumped straight to the point and began grilling the woman. Half-listening to the conversation, I gazed around the room. Susie, apparently, had a thing for wolves. Not only were her bookshelves filled with books about them, but she had several framed drawings and photographs of them scattered around the room. Inching back in my seat, I crossed my legs and focused my attention on what she was saying.
“He attacked me from behind, and you know, tried to mount me.” She made a mounting motion with her fingers.
She didn’t seem distraught. If I’d been mounted from behind by a giant wolf, I sure as hell wouldn’t be smiling about it.
Granger held up his hand, and she instantly stopped talking. Neat trick. I’ll have to try that sometime, I thought as he asked, “His wolf tried to mount you?” From the look on his face, I took it this wasn’t normal wolf behavior. I made a note to learn more about the subject later.
“Yes,” she breathily replied. “His wolf knocked me to my knees and tore my clothes off with his teeth.” Christ, she was getting hot and bothered just talking about it.
“What happened next?” Todd asked.
“He held me down and penetrated me from behind.” I caught the disgusted look on Granger’s face. He knew she was lying.
A snort of disgust slipped from my lips, which at Todd’s glare, I quickly disguised as a cough. Someone needed to shut this ridiculousness down. I had to say, I was disappointed. What happened to proper police procedure and due diligence? Anyone with half a brain could see that the woman was lying. With a huff, I grabbed my purse from the floor and pulled out my phone. It was after I opened my Facebook account that I realized I didn’t know Susie’s last name. Damn. Since Todd was too busy asking questions about wolf penises, I guessed I would have to ask Granger.
Leaning across the side table, I whispered, “What’s her last name?” Copper-colored eyes snapped to mine, his lips pursing into an irritated scowl. “Her last name,” I repeated, holding up my phone as if that explained everything.
“Simon,” he whispered back.
“Diana,” Todd scolded at the interruption.
“Sorry, please continue,” I muttered, and quickly typed the name Susie Simon into the Facebook search engine. A warm tingle zipped up the back of my neck, and I knew that Granger was watching me. Even more so, I could feel his wolf watching me, which I had to admit kind of freaked me out. Once I found Susie’s profile, I pushed wolfman from my thoughts and began searching. It didn’t take long to find what I was looking for.
Pulling a Granger, I held up my hand. By this point, Susie was at the thrusting part, and barreling straight for the orgasmic finish line, so it didn’t work.
“Excuse me,” I cut in. All eyes jerked to me. “Sorry to interrupt, but do you know a Janet Blackly?”
Susie’s eyes widened slightly. Yep. She knows her. Nervously
