“So, you’re a military werewolf, and I’m a non-military human. Except, I’m the one with the legendary brother who led a bunch of people through the desert.”
Dawson laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling attractively. “I won’t tell him you called him legendary. But yeah, we can lead the werewolves to where Noah wants them to go.”
Adam was still bewildered. He started to demand Dawson just be direct, but he was interrupted by a shout.
“Gunny!”
They both turned to find Paul and Jason rolling up on them, fast.
“’Morning, gents,” Dawson called to them. He stopped walking, and for some reason, Adam did, too.
“We tried to give you a sit-rep yesterday,” Paul said when they drew close. “We both started to nod off like Sleeping fucking Beauties before we could find you.”
Jason glanced back and forth between Adam and Dawson as he spoke. “Granger’s never calmed down enough to sleep that early before.”
Paul kept his gaze fixed on Dawson. Adam was pretty sure both werewolves had an idea of what had gone on. He wished the Earth would just open up and swallow him.
Dawson didn’t look embarrassed at all. “Sorry about that. Power started shifting yesterday afternoon. It took me by surprise.”
Jason looked like he wanted to pump his fist and cheer, but he managed to restrain himself.
“What exactly does that mean, Gunny?” asked Paul. “What do you need from us?”
“It means my plan for a slow transition is fucked,” Dawson replied, smiling. “And I’m gonna have to pick a fight, sooner rather than later.”
Adam’s stomach clenched. His heart started to pound. He knew fighting was how werewolves settled a lot of things, but he wasn’t happy about the idea of Dawson getting hurt.
“You might have decided that anyway, if we’d found you yesterday,” said Paul. “You won’t like what we found out.”
“Walk with me, gentlemen,” Dawson said. He guided Adam forward with a hand at the small of his back. “We need to get our civilian here to his morning briefing.”
“We talked with several of our fellow werewolves,” Paul said dryly. “And somehow persuaded the few humans we came across they could trust us with what they had to say. It’s an open secret that Granger runs around after the full moon, harassing humans and submissive shifters. It’s so bad, the majority of the base staff hides out all day.” Paul fell into step beside Dawson. “It’s miserable for everyone. None of the werewolves can get to sleep becauseGranger runs around picking unsanctioned fights. He encourages anyone in the pack who wants to run wild, all without consequences.”
That wasn’t the half of it. It annoyed the hell out of Adam that they all knew what went on, and didn’t do a damn thing about it.
“So, the pack is disruptive to the overall functioning of the base,” Dawson said. “On top of defying werewolf law by victimizing those who are weaker.”
Adam’s attention was caught by five scruffy-looking men, standing in front of one of the battalion’s office buildings. They wore strange combinations of Marine Corps utility uniforms and native Iraqi clothing. All five wore thigh holsters, but four of them also each carried an M16. With the long hair and heavy beards they all had, they couldn’t be Marines.
“It’s worse than that.” Paul countered Dawson’s summation. “He allows pack members to sexually harass and intimidate humans.”
Dawson stopped dead in his tracks. The scruffy, armed men were openly watching them, now.
“Are you telling me that the werewolves of this camp are roaming around, beating up and sexually molesting their fellow Marines, as well as the civilian contractors we’re here to protect?” Dawson’s voice was pitched low and filled with cold anger.
The menace rolling off of Dawson raised the hair on Adam’s arms.
“You guys make it sound like a bunch of harmless frat-boy pranks,” Adam said angrily. “We hide out all day long,
Dawson laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling attractively. “I won’t tell him you called him legendary. But yeah, we can lead the werewolves to where Noah wants them to go.”
Adam was still bewildered. He started to demand Dawson just be direct, but he was interrupted by a shout.
“Gunny!”
They both turned to find Paul and Jason rolling up on them, fast.
“’Morning, gents,” Dawson called to them. He stopped walking, and for some reason, Adam did, too.
“We tried to give you a sit-rep yesterday,” Paul said when they drew close. “We both started to nod off like Sleeping fucking Beauties before we could find you.”
Jason glanced back and forth between Adam and Dawson as he spoke. “Granger’s never calmed down enough to sleep that early before.”
Paul kept his gaze fixed on Dawson. Adam was pretty sure both werewolves had an idea of what had gone on. He wished the Earth would just open up and swallow him.
Dawson didn’t look embarrassed at all. “Sorry about that. Power started shifting yesterday afternoon. It took me by surprise.”
Jason looked like he wanted to pump his fist and cheer, but he managed to restrain himself.
“What exactly does that mean, Gunny?” asked Paul. “What do you need from us?”
“It means my plan for a slow transition is fucked,” Dawson replied, smiling. “And I’m gonna have to pick a fight, sooner rather than later.”
Adam’s stomach clenched. His heart started to pound. He knew fighting was how werewolves settled a lot of things, but he wasn’t happy about the idea of Dawson getting hurt.
“You might have decided that anyway, if we’d found you yesterday,” said Paul. “You won’t like what we found out.”
“Walk with me, gentlemen,” Dawson said. He guided Adam forward with a hand at the small of his back. “We need to get our civilian here to his morning briefing.”
“We talked with several of our fellow werewolves,” Paul said dryly. “And somehow persuaded the few humans we came across they could trust us with what they had to say. It’s an open secret that Granger runs around after the full moon, harassing humans and submissive shifters. It’s so bad, the majority of the base staff hides out all day.” Paul fell into step beside Dawson. “It’s miserable for everyone. None of the werewolves can get to sleep becauseGranger runs around picking unsanctioned fights. He encourages anyone in the pack who wants to run wild, all without consequences.”
That wasn’t the half of it. It annoyed the hell out of Adam that they all knew what went on, and didn’t do a damn thing about it.
“So, the pack is disruptive to the overall functioning of the base,” Dawson said. “On top of defying werewolf law by victimizing those who are weaker.”
Adam’s attention was caught by five scruffy-looking men, standing in front of one of the battalion’s office buildings. They wore strange combinations of Marine Corps utility uniforms and native Iraqi clothing. All five wore thigh holsters, but four of them also each carried an M16. With the long hair and heavy beards they all had, they couldn’t be Marines.
“It’s worse than that.” Paul countered Dawson’s summation. “He allows pack members to sexually harass and intimidate humans.”
Dawson stopped dead in his tracks. The scruffy, armed men were openly watching them, now.
“Are you telling me that the werewolves of this camp are roaming around, beating up and sexually molesting their fellow Marines, as well as the civilian contractors we’re here to protect?” Dawson’s voice was pitched low and filled with cold anger.
The menace rolling off of Dawson raised the hair on Adam’s arms.
“You guys make it sound like a bunch of harmless frat-boy pranks,” Adam said angrily. “We hide out all day long,
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