“A safehouse. Private.”
We’re certainly in the middle of nowhere.
The banging has stopped. For now. “Did you really expect him to stay unconscious this whole time?”
“I dosed him.”
“Dosed him?”
“Tranquilizer.”
My eyebrows crawl up to my hairline. “You carry that stuff?”
“Yeah.” He glances behind my seat where his black bag lives, full of duct tape and heavy sedatives. “Werewolves aren’t always in control. Sometimes their wolf… goes funny.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. So we take precautions.”
“Have you… dosed anyone before?”
“Yeah.” He looks uncomfortable.
“Not just wolves,” I guess. “Humans?”
“The world can’t know about us.”
I lick my lips. “Tank? Are you going to tell your pack about me?”
“Yeah. My alpha’s out of town, but eventually I will report to him. I’ll have to. He’ll smell you
