Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Boyan fucking hated it, but he also admired Amelia. Not once had she thought to leave, even if the pack had tried to force her hand. A lot of the pack were terrified now. Not only was Amelia now mated to Wolfe, who could be a mean son of a bitch, but she was part of the club. No one dared step out of line with her. They would all be pissed if that happened and would do something about it.
“You’ve been around for awhile, I wanted to ask you a few questions about new wolves,” he said.
“New wolves? Is Amelia pregnant? I’d have thought Wolfe would prefer to come and see me.”
Neither would come and see Shirley. He didn’t know what they were going to do when Amelia and Wolfe decided to get pregnant, but right now, that didn’t seem to be a problem.
“No, this doesn’t have anything to do with Amelia.”
Shirley pursed her lips. “I can help them, you know.”
“You are aware we all know that you’ve refused to help Amelia in the past.”
“Exactly, in the past, none of that matters anymore.”
Boyan doubted that. “I’m not here about Amelia and Wolfe. I’m here about a new wolf.”
Shirley sighed and turned toward him. “Like all wolves, the moment they meet maturity, normally at eighteen, they naturally come into their wolf. Hurts like a bitch, but that is exactly what happens.”
“And what if it doesn’t?”
The healer paused. “I have never known it to fail, Boyan. Our wolves are always there. They’re always a part of our souls. It’s a mutual understanding between us that it’s best for us to merge as one.”
Boyan gritted his teeth. “And what if a child was to come of a wolf and human mix?”
Shirley laughed. “That is rare.”
“But it has happened.”
“Well, of course it happens. Admittedly very rarely.” Shirley put her hands on her hips. “I’ve never met a child who has, but from what I know, any part of the body that’s human cannot withstand a change. They must be full-blooded wolf to turn.” She shrugged. “Humans are weak. They don’t have what it takes to turn. I imagine in a human-wolf breed, a child may not be able to withstand the transition into a wolf.”
“Is there a chance it could be dormant?” he asked.
Shirley sighed. “What is this about?”
“Just answer my question.” He had long lost his patience. Shirley was a giant pain in the ass. He didn’t like her, and it was starting to sound to him that she didn’t know the answer.
“In theory, yes, there’s a chance a wolf can remain dormant within the body. They may not be able to complete the transition because he or she is not a fully formed wolf. Again, I’m going based on theory here, and the fact that in most instances a human cannot handle a transition.”
“Have you ever known of wolves that have taken humans as mates?”
Shirley’s lips pursed.
“There have been?” he asked.
“I … there have been rumors, of course there are rumors that it happens. Men believe that humans are their mates. It’s ridiculous is what it is.” She shook her head and snorted. “It really is nonsense. Wolf and human do not mix, not matter what they want.”
Boyan shook his head. She had been a waste of time and there was no way of knowing of a human or wolf mix. Angered, he left the shop, but didn’t go back to Alpha and Draco to clean up the mess. He made his way toward the clubhouse. Several guys had a couple of the pack women hanging around their necks.
The full moon was getting closer and the sexual energy had already started to build. He walked into the clubhouse, but didn’t linger, instead went into Alpha’s office, and then reached for the files he was going to need. He picked them up and began to flick through the first couple, reading through all the data. Some of it was legible, some of it was not.
He frowned, gathered up several files, and spread them out across the desk, looking at each one. There were two different kinds of writing. This was not Milton. He was sure of it. Picking out similar letters, he saw the T’s were done two different ways. One of them had a small strike-through and were constantly a straight line, while the other was erratic, always longer than it needed to be. It stood out. There were several other letters that were also similar.
Alpha stepped into his office and Boyan turned toward him. “There’s someone else.”
“What?”
“Working with Milton during this,” Boyan said. “Look at the writing.”
“Boyan, you’re wasting your time with this. Milton is gone and we’ve wiped all trace of him at that veterinary center.”
“It’s not over. We’ve just had another man infected with the fucking wolf blood, who was unable to survive the transition. Do you think he’s going to be out last? We don’t even know if he’s infected other people!”