Marked By the Wolf (Werewolf Romance) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Mac Flynn
like that."
It wasn't bad luck, it was me, or at least my escape. They'd probably been searching for me all night throughout the city and didn't have much time to dispose of the bodies. Maybe they were searching for me now so they could incinerator me, or worse.
I shuddered. Suddenly I wasn't feeling so well. "Hey, you okay?" Johnny asked me. He grasped my shoulders, but I flinched and pushed him away.
My instincts told me to run, to hide. That meant my apartment. I'd hide out there until I could figure out what to do. "I-I'm fine, I'm just not feeling well. I think I'll go home," I told him.
Chapter 4
I pushed past him and hurried to the elevators. In a few minutes I was in a taxi and on my way home. The buildings passed by in blurs as my mind reeled with Johnny's news. The dead bodies, all those people. I wondered if anybody else had survived, if anybody else could corroborate my terrifying story.
My mind took a break from panicking and glanced out the window. A police station was coming up. I straightened and a smile slid onto my lips. They could protect me! They could make sure my story got out and everybody knew what monsters lurked on Wall Street. They weren't vampires, but werewolves!
"Pull over here," I ordered the cabbie.
I hurried out and up the stairs that led to the precinct. Through the doors was a madhouse of suspect processing, witness testimony-taking, and general paperwork pushing. A waiting room of sorts was at the front with wooden benches on either side against the walls. The benches were crowded, and a long desk separated the general population from the work of the police. Behind the desk were a few officers seated on stools who were speaking with two women of middle-aged who wore frowns as deep as the scars on my neck. The officers alternated between writing notes on a paper and glancing lazily up at the two women.
I hurried up to the desk and leaned over the counter. "I have to speak to someone," I told one of the officers.
He pointed to one of the benches and a ticket taker. "Wait in line until your number is called," he commanded.
"Officer, what are you going to do about our missing dog?" one of the women asked the policeman.
"As I told you before we don't handle missing pets. Ask the humane society," the officer told her.
"Please let me speak to an officer! They might be coming after me at this very minute!" I insisted.
The women sneered at me. "Nothing you have to say can be as important as our Fluffy-kins," one of them argued.
I snarled back at her, curling lips and all. The nearest woman's eyes widened and she slid away from me, taking her friend with her. With the desk clear I slid to the center position, but the officer resumed his paper writing. "Please let me see somebody. It's about what happened to those people last night. The people who were killed by that cult," I told him.
The officer paused in his writing and glanced up from his paper. "Are you serious?" he asked me.
"Would I be here if I wasn't serious?" I asked him. His eyes wandered past me and I turned to see a clown walk in with handcuffs on his wrists. I looked back to the officer. "I'm not clowning around here, this is serious. I have some important info on the people who murdered those other guys. I know what some of them looked like."
"All right, let me get you the lieutenant in charge of the case," he offered.
The officer slid off his stool and hurried to one of the office doors that lined the left side of the precinct. In a moment he was back with another man, a burly fellow with a bright, cheerful smile. The new man held out his hand to me. "Good morning, my name's Lieutenant Goodman. Officer Peabody here tells me you have some information for me," he commented.
I shook his hand and glanced around. "Yeah, but could we speak someplace else?" I requested.
"Certainly. Just follow me." He led me around the counter and through the jungle of desks to the rear of the building.
At the rear were two hallways,
It wasn't bad luck, it was me, or at least my escape. They'd probably been searching for me all night throughout the city and didn't have much time to dispose of the bodies. Maybe they were searching for me now so they could incinerator me, or worse.
I shuddered. Suddenly I wasn't feeling so well. "Hey, you okay?" Johnny asked me. He grasped my shoulders, but I flinched and pushed him away.
My instincts told me to run, to hide. That meant my apartment. I'd hide out there until I could figure out what to do. "I-I'm fine, I'm just not feeling well. I think I'll go home," I told him.
Chapter 4
I pushed past him and hurried to the elevators. In a few minutes I was in a taxi and on my way home. The buildings passed by in blurs as my mind reeled with Johnny's news. The dead bodies, all those people. I wondered if anybody else had survived, if anybody else could corroborate my terrifying story.
My mind took a break from panicking and glanced out the window. A police station was coming up. I straightened and a smile slid onto my lips. They could protect me! They could make sure my story got out and everybody knew what monsters lurked on Wall Street. They weren't vampires, but werewolves!
"Pull over here," I ordered the cabbie.
I hurried out and up the stairs that led to the precinct. Through the doors was a madhouse of suspect processing, witness testimony-taking, and general paperwork pushing. A waiting room of sorts was at the front with wooden benches on either side against the walls. The benches were crowded, and a long desk separated the general population from the work of the police. Behind the desk were a few officers seated on stools who were speaking with two women of middle-aged who wore frowns as deep as the scars on my neck. The officers alternated between writing notes on a paper and glancing lazily up at the two women.
I hurried up to the desk and leaned over the counter. "I have to speak to someone," I told one of the officers.
He pointed to one of the benches and a ticket taker. "Wait in line until your number is called," he commanded.
"Officer, what are you going to do about our missing dog?" one of the women asked the policeman.
"As I told you before we don't handle missing pets. Ask the humane society," the officer told her.
"Please let me speak to an officer! They might be coming after me at this very minute!" I insisted.
The women sneered at me. "Nothing you have to say can be as important as our Fluffy-kins," one of them argued.
I snarled back at her, curling lips and all. The nearest woman's eyes widened and she slid away from me, taking her friend with her. With the desk clear I slid to the center position, but the officer resumed his paper writing. "Please let me see somebody. It's about what happened to those people last night. The people who were killed by that cult," I told him.
The officer paused in his writing and glanced up from his paper. "Are you serious?" he asked me.
"Would I be here if I wasn't serious?" I asked him. His eyes wandered past me and I turned to see a clown walk in with handcuffs on his wrists. I looked back to the officer. "I'm not clowning around here, this is serious. I have some important info on the people who murdered those other guys. I know what some of them looked like."
"All right, let me get you the lieutenant in charge of the case," he offered.
The officer slid off his stool and hurried to one of the office doors that lined the left side of the precinct. In a moment he was back with another man, a burly fellow with a bright, cheerful smile. The new man held out his hand to me. "Good morning, my name's Lieutenant Goodman. Officer Peabody here tells me you have some information for me," he commented.
I shook his hand and glanced around. "Yeah, but could we speak someplace else?" I requested.
"Certainly. Just follow me." He led me around the counter and through the jungle of desks to the rear of the building.
At the rear were two hallways,
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