Marked By the Wolf (Werewolf Romance) Read Online Free Page B

and he gently guided me ahead of him down the left-hand one. At the end of the hallway stood an Exit door. One either side of the hallway were doors labeled with plates, and on those plates were names like Interrogation and Lab.
    As we strolled down the hall Lieutenant Goodman pulled out a pad and paper. "What's your name?" he asked me.
    "Danica Lyman," I replied.
    He wrote down the info. "Address?"
    "I'd rather say that in the room if you don't mind," I told him.
    "That's fine. Where do you work?" he wondered.
    I gave him the info, but felt there was something wrong with this. I expected him to stop us at one of the Interrogation rooms, but he guided us toward the Exit door. Something didn't feel right about this. "Um, where are we going?" I asked him.
    "To the rear of the building. There's a private spot back there where no one will bother us," he promised me.
    I decided that was too private, and stopped and turned to him. "How about we talk about this-" My suggestion caught in my throat when I noticed his eyes. They were yellow.
    "How about you keep going and not make a noise, or I'll rip your throat out," he ordered me.
    The lieutenant pushed me ahead of him and I stumbled forward toward the Exit door. This man wasn't a man, he was a monster like the rest, and I had to escape him. I glanced around the hall, but there were only doorways into closed rooms. Not a good place to go with a dangerous werewolf at my back. We walked outside and into a narrow alley behind the precinct. It was quiet back there. The tall buildings blocked off much of the morning sunlight. Water sat in pools made from the potholes and cracks in the pavement. The rush from the street hardly reached my ears, but the smells of the trash reached my nose.
    The werewolf grabbed my arm and turned me to face him. "You're the girl that made it out of there, aren't you?" he growled.
    Under such circumstances I did what anyone would do if they were faced with an angry male werewolf. I kicked him in the balls. His eyes bulged out and he clutched at the family jewels as he fell to his knees onto the ground. I rushed past him down the alley to the light at the end of the tunnel, or street, in this case. The werewolf grunted, and in a few moments his feet splashed through the puddles just behind me. I stumbled and huffed my way through the alley and out into the bright light of the street. This was getting to be a thing with me running from werewolves out into the street.
    "Stop! Stop!" the policeman yelled at me. Oh, hell no.
    I hurried to the front of the precinct and rushed into the street, and to hell with a jaywalking citation. Car horns honked and people shouted various curses, most involving my parents. I hurled myself into the back of the first taxi that came my way. The driver turned in his seat and his eyes widened.
    "You again!" he cried out. It was the same guy from last night, Roger the Cabbie.
    "Step on it!" I yelled at him. I glanced toward the precinct and saw the lieutenant sniffing my way. Literally. His nose was in the air and I could see his nostrils flaring. He looked in my direction and snarled.
    Traffic moved forward and so did we. The cabbie went with the flow and took me away from the wolf lieutenant and his murderous intentions. I slumped in the seat and wiped sweat from my brow. The cabbie glanced at me through his rear view mirror.
    "Mind telling me what trouble you got into this time?" he wondered.
    "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you," I replied.
    "I've heard a lot of strange things drift from that back seat, so try me," he insisted.
    I sighed and sat up. "A werewolf police lieutenant just tried to kill me because I'm the only witness and survivor to a werewolf cult massacre that took place at one of the glitzy buildings up town. The one I ran out of when I found you."
    I waited for his reply. It was a long wait, but it came. "That's a new one," he commented.
    I snorted. "You're telling me. Even I don't believe it, and I'm the