The Rogue Wolf

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ultiple murders in the building that are being investigated. I

with the hotel closing, it was the right time to go. I needed help and my nomadic existence wouldn't work fo

the one person I knew I could count on. "Jarrod, it

voice said. "I'm sure we can come to a mutuall

ed to drugs they gave her. She's going to ne

bad i

out by a scumbag, Luna only knows how long they've been doing t

ell. Wher

on. Cops are crawling everywhere,

take care of everything, Nisha, a

s old and raised in a time when your word was bond. If he said he would care for her, she

ed." Vampires and werewolves have had a shaky peace over the past century, and both sides would push the envelope of acceptable behavior. Peace didn't mean the absence of conflict, it was just driven u

away from a painful death at their hands. Working with the Coven had sealed my fate, that was unforgivable in their eyes. The last I had heard, the bounty for the Alpha Killer

uld need from you. Sunrise is in an hour, and I have a few th

their blood in my teeth made my wolf come forward, she was unforgiving when it came to her family. "I'm on my motorcycle. We will be the

u're useless to me dead. My familiars will be

you,

isha. I'll see

g. I pulled on my spare jeans and a fleece pullover, then socks and boots. Waking a reluctant Niesha, I put her in socks, cargo shorts and pulled a second T-shirt ove

," Niesha asked, st

eople that I know in

are w

on to it, but it was clear she had no unders

cargo vans, we were never told where we were. You'd be collec

We're going to leave on my motorcycle." Her eyes got big. "I don't want you to lo

talking to someone near the elevator. We went down the stairs, keeping our heads down, and instead of heading to the lobby we exited the side door. My motorcycle was parked in the back of the lot, and I q

ally fre

I fired up the Harley and pulled out of the lot; it was four-thirty in the morning, and we still had an

place. I ate my normal amount, which was a lot, while Niesha struggled to finish two pancakes and a piece of bacon.

He held something over my mouth, I blacked out, and when

one who I looked to like a second father. The o

e pleasure in k

ent Ranmo

Picking it up, I caught the time on the charging station and radio; three thirty-t

Ranmo, tim

s goin

he said. "Two of the dead are subjects of your investigation into human trafficking, and

ve me the

re they can disappear again." Rosalie Martinez was the Senior-Agent-In-Charge of the human traffick

umans, she was fun, but I couldn't let my wolf loose with her. Not that my wolf was interested, he was waiting for his mate and never came out when I

" she whined as I pull

e Dallas condominium complex. I had showered with her last night, mainly to get the heavy perfume she used off before we slept together. I walked to my dresser, pulled out some clothes and was putting my rubber-soled dress shoes on by the time she came out

Agent wouldn't end up well," she said as she picked up her pu

need cab

sending her on the way. I used the bathroom, grabbed a Mountain Dew and a bag of chocolate mini-donuts, and was out the d

d hold her hand over her heart and beg me to settle down with a nice she-wolf if she knew how I was taking ca

rights to the oil below. I was the eighth of ten children and the fifth son, so I was well down the list of Alpha heirs. When I showed an interest in law enforcement after finishing law sch

and if you just needed an identity it was even easier. Packs needed this because werewolves lived longer than humans and a person who was eighty years old and looked to be thirty raised suspicions. A few of the freelance forgers I'd

town. It didn't shock me a prostitution operation was using a whole floor of t

er. My wolf rushed forward, looking for his

ent Ranmo

in with the locals and got a quick overview of what had happened. As I went in, the scent got much stronger. I pushed my wolf back as I went up

to fin

right. The room was slightly opened, but empty. Her smell, and that of a h

been used, and I pulled and bagged some long blonde hairs from the two. I used dusting power to look for prints in the best places, the door handle

nez was meeting with the local homicide detectives and wondering where the hell I was. I

technicians and cops. "Over here, Smith," I hear

boss," I asked as I saw my Rosal

is theirs, but we will be helping with the inter

slavery," a detective said. "Four more aren't talking, and five are missing. The only

veillanc

working the front desk people, there's no way a prostitution ring rolls in without help from the hotel. The other four girls wh

his wife Peggy lost all control over their lives. They moved girls from town to town, using Craigslist and social media to reach their clientele. They were tough to

boss,"

alk you through the room and get your impressions," he said. He pointed into t

ll on the bed, nothing looked out