The Wanted Werewolf
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The Wanted Werewolf

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Elena
My heels clicked against the concrete as I took my place on the corner of the coveted block. Snow fell, melting on contact. If the temperature dropped anymore, it would freeze - a problem for later. Wrapping my arms around myself, I waited. And waited. And waited.
The clock chimed midnight.
A set of headlights came into view. I let my fur shawl hang a little lower as it approached, then continued past. Damn it. He should be here by now. Igor Makarov. A rival of my father's - and one of the filthiest men I knew. A regular. A predator. I met him in person once, though he wouldn't have remembered. He was too focused on searching for my father. And no one actually knew who I was. Yaroslav made sure of it.
Suddenly, a black SUV came whipping around the corner. It was the most expensive car I had seen all night. This had to be him. The car pulled up to me - the tinted window rolling down - revealing my target, Igor. Just as ugly as I remembered - just as fat too. Odd, for a man in his line of work. Then again, Igor let others do the dirty work.
"Hey gorgeous, want a ride?" Plumes of rancid-smelling smoke flew out of the SUV. He was high. Perfect.
Strutting over to him, I leaned onto the passenger window, letting him get a good view of my cleavage. "That depends. Do you think you can afford me?" I said in my most seductive voice.
"Get in the car." His smile was anything but friendly.
I flashed a sultry smile and got in.
Igor raced through the city streets, his hand wandering up my skirt, skimming my skin as he headed for his hotel.
I swatted his hand away playfully. "Cash first."
"All business, eh?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "Fine. Have it your way. I'll have my way soon enough."
Ten minutes and a lot of flirting later, we arrived in front of the hotel. Igor wrapped his arm around me possessively as we headed for the entrance. Alexei opened the door for us, not batting an eye at the fact that Igor had his hand down my shirt. He couldn't afford to - my father killed anyone who botched a mission. Igor tossed him his keys - no words exchanged. Just like we had hoped.
We hardly got in the elevator before Igor's mouth crashed into mine, nearly knocking my teeth out.
"Excited are we?" I laughed - though I wanted to gut him.
"It's not often that I get a taste of someone so... exotic."
His fingers traced my skin. My very brown skin. A perfect mix of my mother's dark color, and Yaroslav's pale one. Dad's greatest weapon - and his biggest failure. To people like Igor, I was exotic, which would work in my favor tonight. But to most in this Goddess-forsaken land, I was an outsider not to be trusted.
The elevator jolted to a stop. My stomach flipped. The doors opened - two guards, armed to the teeth, were waiting for us. Igor shoved me forward. I let myself stumble in my heels.
He passed his men, head held high. "Can't be too careful."
Standing up straight, I fixed myself, feigning annoyance. His men promptly searched me and, lucky for me, came up empty. My hair - which was a beautiful mess of curls - was the perfect vessel for hiding things. An asset or a curse? It depended on the situation.
Pleased, Igor swiped his key card and let us into his suite.
"Oh my goddess-" I clutched my chest, mouth agape. As if I hadn't been here before.
"You like?" Igor asked smugly.
"I love."
It looked the same as the last time I was here; sleek furniture, massive bed, beautiful chandelier, crisp white bathroom and clean white carpet.
"Good. Now get on the bed." He untucked his shirt, moving to the buttons next.
Pursing my lips, I shook my head. "Is that anyway to treat a lady?"
He huffed, stealing a glance at his watch.
"You have somewhere more interesting to be?"
"I have a meeting."
"At this hour?"
He didn't deign to answer, instead he pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket and threw it at me. I caught it midair. "Will this cover it?"
I pretended to count it, thumbing through the bills, nodding slowly. "And then some."

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Chapter 3

Elena



We were given coordinates to our new pack the next morning. Alexei drove, even with his bad ankle. We were headed towards the south. I found myself stripping of layers of clothes the longer we drove; the higher the temperatures rose. Sweat formed on my brow even with the AC blasting on high. I wasn't used to ……

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