Werewolf Academy Book 2: Hunted (17 page)

Alex sat down to wait while she went to get his food from the cook. He rested his elbows on the table. A thought occurred to him. Alex looked around, wondering where the secret entrance would be. He made a mental
note to start exploring the passageways behind the walls so that he could learn them as well as Brock.

“Wake up, Alex.”

Alex startled at the sight of red eyes peering down at him. He blinked, and realized it was Professor Kaynan.

“Are you coming or what?” Kaynan asked with a half-smile.

“Coming where?” Alex asked groggily.

“We tracked down the numbers,” Kaynan replied.

Ice ran through Alex’s veins. He sat up quickly and pulled on a shirt and socks without a word. Kaynan was already waiting in the common room when Alex reached it. The sound of snoring came from further down the hall. Don snorted and muttered in his sleeping before the sound of him rolling over drifted to them.

“What time is it?” Alex asked.

“About one-thirty.” Kaynan replied, holding open the panel beside the fireplace.

Alex followed Kaynan inside. His wolven eyes adjusted easily to the sudden darkness. The soft fall of the professor’s footsteps was the only sound in the tunnel that led below the Academy. “So the numbers le
ad to an address?” Alex asked.

Kaynan shook his head. “I wish it was that simple, and so does Mouse. The numbers led to a dead end. Burner phones. But Mouse was able to track down the purchase location, then pull up the credit card number used to buy the phones. The credit card had already been cancelled. However, Mouse worked his magic and was able to find an address behind the card.”

“Let me guess,” Alex said. “It was a dead end.”

“Now you’re getting it,” Kaynan replied, throwing a smile over his shoulder. “
Mouse’s team didn’t find anything at the address, but he did find a reference to a small business that used the address for a supply drop.”

“What business?”

Kaynan grinned. “That’s the ironic part. It’s a silver refining company.”

“Oh, great,” Alex grumbled.

Kaynan huffed a laugh as he pushed open the panel to the small surveillance room below the closet. “Yeah, I know. You werewolves and your silver allergies.”

“You’re not allergic to silver?” Alex was amazed.

Kaynan shook his head. “One of perks of being made into a werewolf instead of born.” His voice took on a forbidding tone. “Dark red fur, eyes that haunt even the bravest man’s nightmares, and the ability to get shot by silver without dying.”

“You’ve almost died a few times, need I remind you?” Jaze said from his seat at the table
when they turned the corner. The rest of the professors were there waiting for them.

Kaynan shrugged. “So I figured Mouse’s life was worth more than my measly existence. I don’t see Lyra complaining.”

Lyra shook her head, her blonde braids sliding across her shoulders. “I’m forever in your debt.”

“You weren’t even there,” Kaynan pointed out.

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t have my Mousy if it wasn’t for you.” She kissed Professor Mouse on the cheek.

Mouse’s face turned red and he adjusted his glasses, but he didn’t pull
his hand out of his wife’s grasp.

Alex didn’t know how he felt about the professors’ open displays of affection. Usually they were so quiet about their
relationship. Both came across as shy and reserved, yet it was obvious by the smiles they exchanged that they were very happy with each other.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” Kaynan cont
inued, “The silver business happens to have a very well-known investor.”

“Drogan,” Alex guessed.

Kaynan nodded. “Correct. Now we’re on our way to the last address Drogan used to collect his return on the investment. It’s a solid lead.”

“How’s your shoulder?” Lyra asked.

Alex tested the range of motion. “Good. It barely hurts.”

Lyra nodded. “The power of the moon is amazing.”

Caden appeared from the panel that led down to the cavern. He carried a vast array of weapons.

“Weapons for the masses,” the human said, passing them around. “We have your standard Glocks, a couple of Colts, and a Kahr PM9 with an extra clip for Lyra.” Caden winked at her. “I included the tritium night sights. I think you might need them.”

“You realize you’re talking to a werewolf, right?” Brock asked, climbing through the panel after his cousin. “They can already see in the dark.”

“
It makes aiming easier,” Caden argued. “That way she doesn’t have to worry about sights and shooting and all that.”

“You’re probably just making her nervous,” Brock pointed out.

“I’m really fine,” Lyra said, accepting the small handgun.

Caden nodded. “See, she’s fine. You don’t have to worry.” He grinned at Lyra. “And it’s all because of the tritium night sights.”

Brock rolled his eyes and Mouse chuckled. It was the first time Alex could ever recall hearing the quiet professor laugh.

“
Oh, I almost forgot,” Caden said. He took a gun from his pocket and set it on the table in front of Alex. “A Glock nine millimeter for the kid.”

The professors immediately began to argue the decision. Alex sat back as far away from the gun as he could
get. It looked innocent enough, but getting shot definitely gave one a certain respect for firearms, kind-of like the way getting stung by a bee made one more cautious around them, only about a thousand times worse.

“
I don’t think that’s necessary,” Chet said from his seat near Jaze. “He has anger issues.”

“Oh,
he
has anger issues?” Dray replied, his light eyebrows lifted.

“I don’t think students should have guns at school,”
Lyra said. She gave Alex a warm smile. “No offense.”

“I agree,” Alex replied.

Kaynan was busy arguing with Colleen. “If he needs to defend himself, it could be necessary.”

“But he’s too young to be going anyway,” Colleen pointed out, her violet gaze passionate.

“It’s not as if he’s going to kill anyone,” Vance said.

Jaze stood. The professors immediately quieted. “Alex, pick up the gun,” Jaze said in a level voice.

As much as Alex didn’t want to, he knew Jaze had his best interest at heart. Alex picked up the Ruger. It felt heavier than he had expected, and the metal was cold. The touch of it sent a prickle along his arm.

Jaze leaned his hands on the table and looked at each professor in turn. “You know why Alex is here. You agreed that he should be included in our team.”

“We didn’t know...” Colleen began. At Jaze’s searching look, she let out a breath and nodded. “We agreed.”

“It’
s going to be dangerous. Alex knows the risks as much as any of us. He’s bled for this cause.” Jaze met Alex’s gaze. “Are you ready?”

Alex looked at the gun in his hands. He took a steeling breath, then nodded. “I’m ready.”

“Let’s go.”

At Jaze’s words everyone stood. Alex fell in behind the dean as he led the way through the passage to the cavern below. To Alex’s surprise, everyone filed into the huge helicopter near the southern wall. Mouse sat at the controls and pulled headset over his ears. Brock sat beside him and did the same.

“I told you a helicopter would be handy,” Mouse said.

“Sure, rub it in,” Kaynan replied into a headset as Alex took a seat next to him.

“How does the helicopter...” Alex’s words dropped away when Mouse pushed a button.

The ceiling of the cavern
above Alex split in two and lifted away from them. Mouse started the rotors. Jaze slid the door shut as the helicopter lifted into the air. They rose into the night sky. Alex leaned across Kaynan to see the greenhouses Dray was building. The path between them split neatly in two with the sidewalk on one side. The greenhouses stood elevated above Dray’s gardens. As soon as the helicopter cleared the ground, Mouse pushed another button and the greenhouses slid around and lowered back into place.

“I’m not sure how that’s going to affect the equilibrium of the plants,” Dray said over the intercom.

Jaze laughed. “I think they’ll survive.”

“Last time we give Mouse free reign over the blueprints,” Brock said.

Everyone laughed.

“We’ll be there in
fifty-four minutes,” Mouse said quietly from the front seat.

The group quieted. All eyes turned to Jaze. He tipped his head to Brock. “What have we got?”

Brock spun in his seat as if he had been waiting for the question. He held up a small screen that showed the layout of a house.

“Heat surveillance reveals at least two-dozen individuals.”

The small sounds of surprise that went up from the group let Alex know that the amount hadn’t been expected.

Brock met Jaze’s gaze. “I think this may be it.”

Jaze nodded. He reached over and tapped Mouse on the shoulder. “Call the GPA and the Black Team. Have them meet us on the perimeter. We’ll move in on my cue.”

Mouse nodded. He switched his headset to a different channel. Alex could hear him relaying Jaze’s words over the sound of the
rotors.

He sat back in his seat. The ground raced by in dark patches below. Only the occasional road was visible now that they had left the city limits. He had no idea where they were going or what they would find. His heart began to race.

“Alex.”

He looked up to see everyone watching him. “You okay?” Jaze asked. The dean’s dark brown eyes studied him.

Alex nodded.

Jaze gave him a reassuring smile. “You’ll be my shadow in there. Shoot only if absolutely necessary.”

Chet slapped Alex’s knee. “Don’t worry. The rounds are loaded with sleeping agents. They won’t kill if you don’t shoot someone in the head.” His gaze darkened. “The GPA has strictly forbidden us to start our own private war, a point I still feel we need to argue strongly.”

“The bullets won’t hurt anyone?” Alex asked, surprised.

Chet gave him a wry smile. “Oh, they hurt. Believe me.” He tipped his head at Kaynan. “Right, Red?”

Kaynan lifted his teeth in a mock snarl. “Next time you aim that gun anywhere but at an Extremist, you’ll be out for a week.”

Chet winked at Alex. “I accidentally shot him on a mission a few months ago and he hasn’t let it go.”

“You shot me in the butt,” Kaynan replied. “It hurt like the devil and my leg was numb for weeks. Grace had to dig out the shell.”

Chet winced dramatically. “My bad.”

Kaynan grumbled something Alex couldn’t make out over the intercom.

“Anyway,” Chet said. “As I was explaining,” he shot Kaynan a silencing look. “Shoot an attacker in the chest if you can. It’ll knock him out immediately. Limbs take longer to have effect. If you shoot someone in the head, you probably will kill them because like Kaynan said, there is still a shell. It’s thinner than the usual bullet, but has quite an impact.”

“I’
d be glad to demonstrate,” Kaynan grumbled.

Mouse’s voice came back over the intercom. “Agent Sullivan’s on his way.
The Black Team will be on their heels. ETA eighteen minutes.”

“Thank you,” Jaze said.

“Who’s the Black Team?” Alex asked Kaynan. He forgot everyone could hear him over the intercom. When all of the professors looked at him, he tried to hide his embarrassment.

“The Black Team is my external werewolf task force,” Jaze explained. “They’re our backup in case things get out of control.”

“If we’re right about this location, things will definitely get out of control,” Colleen said.

She didn’t look the least bit concerned. In fact, to Alex, she appeared as if she was looking forward to the confrontation.

She met Alex’s stare. A hint of red touched her cheeks as if she guessed his line of thought. “Sometimes it feels good to have the chance at a little payback. The General and Drogan have killed too many of our friends.”

Everyone in the helicopter nodded in agreement. Silence fell. There was a camaraderie within the professors that Alex hadn’t noticed before. They truly were a pack. They cared about each other and those they had lost, and they fought together for a common goal. Reassurance filled him at the fact that he had so many strong individuals ready to face Drogan with him.

The address led to a large cabin in the middle of a pine forest. Mouse set the helicopter down about a mile from their destination. The others were to meet them on the hike in. Lyra stayed at the helicopter to protect it in case Drogan’s men located it.

“Be careful,” Mouse said.

She nodded. “You, too.”

She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss at the last minute as if she couldn’t help himself. “Be safe,” she said.

“I will,” Mouse promised.