Free Twisted by Rebecca Zanetti Page A

We’ll be back in time to take the cheerleaders to nationals, I promise. But we have an outbreak of werewolves in Denver, and I need to meet Lock and Ace as soon as possible.”
    Maggie swallowed. What about her? His timetable only gave her a short period to discover who was messing with the inoculations. “Werewolves from the virus?”
    Terrent started. “No. These are everyday humans-turned-werewolves.”
    Unfortunately, the werewolf gene was a dormant one in humans. Nobody knew why or how it went live with certain humans, who then turned and either bit or clawed other vic-tims. There would always be werewolves for the Bane’s Council to hunt and kill. Maggie kicked a pebble. “Have a great trip.”
    Terrent lifted an eyebrow, glancing down. “I figured we’d come up with a plan before I left. Whether you want to live here, with the vampires, or anywhere else. I’d like you to live with people I trust.”
    “I’m not your responsibility.” Apparently she never would be. Maneuvering around the large wolf, she hooked her arm through Gerald’s. “I’d love a tour of your headquarters.”
    The Alpha smiled, looking years younger. “I’d be delighted.”
    They both ignored Terrent, moving off the porch toward the outcropping of buildings.

    Gerald pointed to three log cabins set back in the forest.
    “Those are guest cabins for visiting dignitaries—not as fancy as the mansion you first stayed in, but nice enough.
    You’ve already seen the main lodge.” He grinned and patted her hand while leading her toward the entrance to the rock.
    “Inside the mountain we keep the cool stuff.”
    She’d spent plenty of time in the king’s underground headquarters. “Don’t tell me. Hidden weapons caches, com-puter banks, and storage facilities. As well as living quarters in case everyone needs to take refuge underground during war.”
    Gerald threw back his head and laughed. “Yes. Just like the king’s. But our people are wolves who don’t live underground unless we’re being bombed. We’ve spread out over the mountain, and some folks even live in town. We’ve found that’s the best situation for the kids—to make friends with humans. The world is becoming closer, and we’re trying to adapt.”
    Roger would probably try to change that. Maggie sighed.
    “Your packmates seem like good people.”
    “We’re great.” Gerald grinned. “You should join the pack.
    As soon as our soldiers return, we’ll be invincible again. Or . . .
    really strong.”
    “What about my weird brain ability?” She could be a danger to everyone around her.
    He shrugged. “If you end up developing a demon-fighting ability, how could that be anything but beneficial to your pack?”
    “You’re a wise man, Gerald the Alpha.”
    “No. I’m just old, sweetheart.” He led her into the cool rock, small pebbles crunching under his feet. “Old and tired.” He gestured to a quiet conference room to the right.
    “That’s where the cheerleaders planned their strategy for the last competition. Very exciting.” His lip quirked. “We used to raid other villages, used to rob from humans. Now we compete for fun. Life could be so good if the war ended.” His eyes softened. “Though we’ve lost so many people. Healing takes time.”
    Maggie stumbled and quickly righted herself. The tour continued, Gerald pointing out the weapons room, several training rooms, and small apartments. Finally, they reached a wide, double metal door manned by a scowling guard at least seven feet tall and wider than a Volvo.
    “Here’s our newest addition to the underground fortress.”
    Squinting, Gerald punched in several numbers on a keypad.
    The locks disengaged with loud clicks.
    Maggie’s heartbeat increased in speed. “What’s behind the doors?”
    Gerald yanked open the left door. “Come and see.” He gestured her inside.
    Cash and safety deposit boxes lined the north wall. Impressive weapons lined the south. Straight ahead, behind a