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could handle, like
getting dressed and letting go of the cage.
    Just wearing clothes made her feel more in
control and reason began to reassert itself. She hiked the pants
back up around her waist. Stu’s belt was too big and as she looked
around for something to do the job, she spied the fast food sack on
the floor. The food would be cold, but she didn’t care. She opened
the bag with trembling fingers.
    Clothing and food she chose to eat. She
almost felt free of the prison she’d been living in for... How
long? Weeks? Months? Years? She looked around the room, searching
for something that might tell her and her eyes landed on the
picture that hung on the wall. She wasn’t the only one who deserved
freedom.
    She grabbed the yellow paper wrapped burger
from the bag and stuffed it in the pocket of the pants. The fries,
she stuffed in the pocket of her shirt. She shuffled to the picture
on the wall, still awkward on two legs.
     
    ~*~
     
    Bull rummaged through the storeroom,
searching for some clue to Thomas Bane’s whereabouts. There was
nothing there but medical instruments whose use he’d rather not
think about, and the folder he held in his hand. It had a label in
the upper right hand corner much like the one on Eugene Begley’s
dossier. The name was the same, but there was no dollar amount
beneath it.
    He’d hoped the folder would tell him the
wolver was dead and his mission complete, but there was nothing to
indicate one way or another, just jotted notes in a shorthand he
couldn’t decipher. He folded the few papers and stuffed them in his
pocket.
    “ Where is Thomas Bane?” he
asked the woman as he came back into the main room.
    The woman clutched a fast food bag to her
chest as if he might try to take it from her.
    Even curled in the corner of the cage, he’d
known she wasn’t Bane. She was way too small to be a man, but he
hadn’t realized she was a woman, either. He’d thought she was a
boy, a pup too young to have gone over the moon, or shifted to
wolf, for the first time. When she stood and faced him fully
revealed, he couldn’t keep the shock from his eyes.
    It wasn’t her nudity. In many wolver packs,
nudity, particularly during the full moon, was no big deal. It was
what had been done to her body. She wasn’t an immature cub. She was
a fully formed woman who’d been starved and abused. Her skin hung
loose on the bones of her small frame. Her arms and legs were
covered with bruises, and marks from the prod.
    Primal Law required that females be
protected. Where was her pack? How had they allowed this to happen?
Anger and repulsion vied for dominance as his wolf again rose to
the surface.
    She was easier to look at now that she was
clothed, but she reeked of urine and rotten meat and shit. Her hair
was matted with filth. They sure as hell hadn’t used that hose to
wash her off. He needed to get her out of here. Under other
conditions, he would have delivered her to the first nurse he saw
and left her to the local police.
    But he couldn’t turn her over; first because
she was wolver and not human and second, because he didn’t know how
many of the staff were aware of her captivity. Did they know she
was a wolver? Was she the subject of some bizarre human experiment?
Or was she simply kept here for the warped enjoyment of the cretins
he’d just eliminated from the human gene pool.
    A small refrigerator held vials of blood and
urine, all marked with the name of the wolver he was looking for.
There were other samples as well, kept in small, round, Petri
dishes, and cotton swabs held in tightly capped test tubes. He
turned the water on and dumped everything in the sink. What
couldn’t be washed down the drain, he shattered on the floor to
contaminate whatever evidence they held.
    He heard the woman’s startled jump and
frightened whine.
    Damn it! He had a job to do. His priority was
finding Thomas Bane. This woman shouldn’t be his concern. Her
presence and his actions had turned this mission