Linda Johnston - Untamed Wolf

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Jason considered just letting her go.

She wasn’t supposed to be out here, anyway. But he didn’t have any clothes here to slip on.

He had purposely separated from the rest of his pack a while ago. He had wondered if the lovely lieutenant would return to the area where she had found them to follow up on what she thought she had seen.

Sure enough, she had appeared where he had anticipated. Just by running into the pack last night, though, she really hadn’t seen much of anything...then.

If he went after her now, he would only emphasize what she had seen this morning. Him.

Not that he minded. But even if he wanted to, he doubted he’d be able to slip into the BOQ nude to do—whatever.

He found the lieutenant hot. Presumably, she now found him hot, too. He hoped so. He hated to think all that moving and flexing, purposely giving her an eyeful, had been in vain. Not that either of them ever could, or would, act on it.

No, he would head back to his own quarters first. He would run into her casually on the base, anyway.

Hanging out with Alpha Force was why she was here.

“Hey, where’ve you been, Jason?” Jonas Truro slipped out of the woods. He held out a T-shirt and jeans toward him. “Not a good thing to wander around here like that, especially now.” He nodded toward Jason’s crotch.

At the moment, his private parts were at ease. He’d been alone there long enough, in the somewhat cool morning air, to chill out.

“Not with that new unit here,” Jason agreed, taking the clothes and slipping them on. “Thanks.” He wasn’t about to mention that he’d been seen—especially considering who it had been.

Although it probably would have been worse had someone from the new special-ops group stationed here seen him. Though everyone was pretending cordiality, there’d been friction between Alpha Force members and the new unit, the Ultra Special Forces Team. They were here to engage, eventually, in some mutual training with Alpha Force for a so-far undisclosed covert assignment overseas. The team’s unique skills still remained secret from Alpha Force. No one outside their group was supposed to ask questions about their nature.

And no one in the Ultra Special Forces Team was supposed to ask questions about Alpha Force.

“Everyone else back in their quarters?” Jason asked. All the other shifters were brass—officers, from lieutenants up through Major Connell. That was partly thanks to General Yarrow, he’d been told. Although their nature was revealed only on a need-to-know basis, the shifters in Alpha Force were regarded with esteem, and their special abilities were to be recognized by the military, at least by their ranks.

Everyone but him.

“They sure are. Drew said we should all get a couple of hours’ sleep, then we’ll meet up in the lab to compare notes about last night.” Jonas yawned. “You okay on your own now?”

“Sure am.” Jason gave him an exaggerated salute. “I’m off to my quarters. See you later, Captain.”

Jason pivoted as if he felt like genuine, by-the-book military and headed in the growing light of dawn toward the better-than-barracks apartment building that housed a group of enlisted members of Alpha Force, not too far from the BOQ.

Jason was the only shifter in that building—the only Alpha Force shifter who wasn’t a commissioned officer.

Most shifters in Alpha Force had individual aides to help them, primarily enlisted personnel quartered in the same building as Jason. For the exercises tonight, though, the decision had been that only one aide was needed, and Captain Jonas Truro had been it.

Jason didn’t have his own personal aide, anyway. The only perk he’d been given was that he had been promoted to the rank of sergeant nearly immediately. Being a noncommissioned officer was better than just being a private, but he’d have liked the recognition given to the other shifters.

Of course he didn’t have a college education—yet—like the rest of them.

And then there was the reason his cousin Drew had twisted some arms to get him accepted into the military, and Alpha Force, in the first place....

He still had a lot to overcome, damn it.

But having gotten a figurative taste of Alpha Force and how it worked, and a literal taste of the elixir that helped to make Alpha Force what it was...well, like it or not, he’d probably stay with this unit for a nice, long time.

Which meant that disobeying what Jonas Truro might consider to be an order wasn’t in the cards. Not this morning, at least.

Instead of attempting to confront Lieutenant Sara McLinder after what they had—sort of—shared that night, Jason continued toward his small apartment.

The next time he’d see her would probably be at the upcoming meeting in the main building housing Alpha Force labs and offices.

There would be plenty of time then to embarrass even further the woman who’d watched him change that morning.

Chapter 3

Sara didn’t even try to get more sleep.

Each time she sat down, or stood, or did nearly anything, her mind kept returning to that scene near the woods.

And so she spent the next hour sitting on the uncomfortable brown sofa in her quarters, trying to read a book on military history to distract her—and failing dismally.

She remained dressed in the camos she had donned earlier to go look for those damned wolves that had confronted her last night—and what a mistake that had been.

Had she imagined it? Was she nuts? She had, after all, performed some absurd research on her own earlier, about shapeshifters, after seeing the wolves. Had the general’s strange attempt at humor and the innuendos about the unusual nature of Alpha Force left her susceptible to a really wild kind of joke?

But why would anyone here play a joke on her, especially Jason Connell? He didn’t know her. No one here knew her.

Whatever Jason’s reason, he’d at a minimum bared his very hot body to her. He had also somehow changed from a wolf to a man.

Impossible.

Yet... Her mind kept circling that impossible scenario over and over, which oddly gave it more credence.

She had never before hallucinated anything, let alone something so bizarre.

Yet somehow alluring...

She’d taken pictures. She looked at them again. Then put her digital camera away, hidden deeply in a drawer. It provided more questions than answers.

Once more she tried in vain to focus on the large volume she held on her lap. She barely got through the first ten pages.

At six-thirty, she headed for the cafeteria.

The temperature outside remained cool but comfortable. Once again, others in camo fatigues also strode across the base, a few heading in the same direction she was.

But no one she recognized.

Would she see Jason in the cafeteria this morning? If so, what would she say to him?

Heck, he was the one who owed her an explanation. Maybe even an apology for playing games with her that way.

Unless it was real....

No, she wouldn’t go there.

She was soon immersed in the crowd entering the cafeteria, then stood in line. Though not especially hungry, she decided that comfort food wouldn’t be a bad idea. Never mind that she usually scorned pampering herself in any manner.

She paid for her pancakes, bacon and coffee then scanned the compact eating area.

And saw no one she recognized.

She shoved away the pang of regret that Jason wasn’t there. She wasn’t looking forward to their inevitable confrontation—was she?

Well, maybe a little.

Maybe he would be kind enough to provide an explanation, one she could buy—and one that wouldn’t make her feel like an utter fool.

No Alpha Force members were eating here at the moment, at least none she’d met. Did that have some significance?