Free Jupiter Fleet 1: Werewolves Don't Purr by JS Rowan Page A

getting their collars removed. The failed wolves had their collars put back on and were escorted back to where they were found. They were told not to tell any of the other green-collars about the testing, because they might ruin future testing. All the green-collar wolves cooperated, since they wanted to be promoted to leader-wolf someday.
    After the latest wolf was rejected, the commander signaled Arjun to talk with him.
    “How is the backup plan going?” Commander Gupta said.
    “I cannot tell for sure, but I think it will work as planned.”
    Commander Gupta walked to another room, where wolves that had started to get their memories back were being moved. The commander and Constable Mistry would help them the rest of the way. They would never fully recover their memories, just like Thor would never recover all of his. However, they would recover their personalities and would no longer be savage beasts fit only for combat.
    “All going well, Constable?” he asked Mistry.
    “Very well, sir,” replied the constable. Had he been a human in uniform, he would have come to attention, but even in werewolf fur he made a fair approximation of the military courtesy.
    Commander Gupta left the room, leaving Constable Mistry working with the recovering wolves. The last room in the series that Leona had procured for them was just down the hall. It was the combat training room—functionally, a dojo. During their year of captivity, the COBRA unarmed combat specialist, Constable Jayaraman, had devised his own form of wolf Bhimaseni. The moves were based on a South Asian martial art that focused on sheer strength, something the werewolves had in abundance.
    “Constable Jayaraman, how is it progressing with the new wolves?”
    “It could not be better, sir. The wolves are very fast learners of the fighting styles. They are designed for fighting, so this comes naturally. Also, with werewolf endurance, we can work on new techniques for hours. The rapid healing is a plus, because we do not have to hold back much on the strikes. If a wolf is injured, then I need only have him rest for twenty minutes and he is ready to fight again.”
    “How many have we trained so far?”
    “In the last day we have achieved two werewolves fully trained. But that is because they were already martial arts experts when they were human. I have made both of them instructors now. Another eleven are much better fighters than when they came in here. I would say two more days of training and they will be as good as they can be in this time frame.”
    “What about the other twenty-two that we have brought back?”
    “They are werewolves so they are already good at fighting, but they may not be much better than the older, tougher ship wolves. They should, however, be able to take the newer, less experienced wolves in an even fight.”
    “What about in an uneven fight?”
    “Then…they should have some sort of weapon they could use. Otherwise, they will not stand much of a chance.”
    Leona stepped into the room. She caught the gaze of the COBRA leader. The two former martial arts instructors, as well as their students, looked at her surreptitiously with wistful expressions on their faces. They had not seen a human female in months.
    “Commander, I need you to look at this.” The commander followed her, and the other werewolves returned to their drills.
    Across the hall and down in the lab, Leona walked over to the desk and brought up the display that she had configured for transmission to his werewolf brain. After the commander received the telepathic information, Leona looked at him.
    “So, Commander, what do you think?”
    “I think our chances have just improved considerably,” thought Commander Gupta.

    Thor was standing in the hallway, waiting for the return of Constable Chatterjee, when he spotted one of the members of another team. It was Constable Pawar, and he was escorting two green-collar wolves with thought-helmets on them. They were