Free Call Me Miz by Gem Sivad Page A

no matter how hard he tried and last night he went berserk. When I wouldn’t tell him, he said he’d been going about it all wrong. He had a tire iron he’d coated in silver.” Jenny shuddered and for a moment Miz swore she could see fur ripple under her skin.
    She looked around the interior of the cavern. “So am I the only one who didn’t know we humans are living among a pack of wolves?”
    “Time to put your big girl panties on, Miz. Did you think you’re the only one born strange in these mountains?” Hank’s voice was gruff.
    Miz looked at Thomas, who was apparently unfazed by Jenny’s change. She picked up his hand and asked, “Are you a werewolf too?”
    “No.” Truth pulsed in the one word. She relaxed. He continued his hold on her hand and added, “I’m a werecat—a jaguar to be exact. You met my beast the other night.”
    Miz looked at him, appalled. “I had sex with you.”
    He smiled. “We mated.”
    “Yeah, right.” Miz gave him a cynical glare. “I’m out of here.” She headed for the door.
    “Milo’s waiting outside, Miz. You siding with the likes of him?” Hank’s question made her pause.
    “Maybe I am. At least Milo’s human.” Her gaze turned to Jenny, reminding her of the noxious poison she’d drawn from the she-wolf. Milo had done that. Well there were inhuman humans too.
    “Hank, don’t kid yourself that I care what you think. You’re a dumbass, manipulative bastard.” Her gaze skated to Thomas. “So silver hurts you? The other night, what…?”
    “Silver-coated metal the same as he used last night on his tire iron—crude but effective.”
    “Where would Milo get enough silver for that?”
    “Every one of the items Bobby Jr. couldn’t replace was silver. We didn’t ask him to name his fence. That’s my fault. With the normals I try to stay neutral. I didn’t push enough for answers when we grilled him.”
    “First off, we didn’t grill him. I did.” Miz glared at Hank. “Second off, if what you say is true then Milo’s been planning this a long time.” Then she remembered Hank’s claim and asked, “How do you know Milo’s outside?”
    “I can smell him,” he snarled.
    “If that be the case, why didn’t you already catch him?”
    “I needed you to save Jenny first. Then, well, you and Milo are friends. I had to see which side you were on.”
    Miz considered bashing Hank in the head. He didn’t seem to have any scruples about messing with her life but had the nerve to suggest it was because she was untrustworthy.
    “It’s kind of hard to choose a team when you don’t know there’s a game going on. I’m a truth-sayer and I’ve been lied to and didn’t even know it. Given the size of this facility and its extravagance,” she swept the medical supplies with a glance, “I’d say there are more than a few locals who are…”
    Miz gulped. The magnitude of what she’d just learned hit her with full force. “How many, Hank? How many shifters are there here? And are they all wolves? And who was your resident pet doctor before you brought me in?”
    Thomas closed the distance between them, standing beside her as she turned again to leave. “Why don’t you do your truth voodoo on Wyatt if you want answers?”
    “Because it doesn’t work.” She would love to make Hank Wyatt blab his secrets.
    “She burned the link between us when she was seventeen,” Hank said flatly.
    “Why you liar. I did not. You…” A vision of the wolf racing at her appeared in her mind and she said weakly, “It was you.”
    “You were my mate. I knew it. I wanted to show you that day what I really am.” His laugh was bitter. “You showed me instead. Our link was gone when I finally shook off that healing. You’d burned away the bond.”
    “We didn’t have a bond ,” she answered sharply. “We fucked.” As she said it she remembered earlier denying that to herself. “We fucked,” she repeated and was glad to see him wince.
    “I’m leaving.” She