Chapter 27
“Ah, perfect,” Dakota murmured, slipping Wolfie’s thumb drive out of the slot as all three screens went abruptly dark. Her work as enforcer was now complete. She’d guaranteed no digital evidence of werewolves existed on the SHRITA hard drives and had similarly ensured human brains would be wiped just as thoroughly by her ticking bomb. All that was left was to make her own escape.
Or so I thought. But rather than hopping to her feet and taking the easy path out of the underground bunker, Dakota merely swiveled around to face me and leaned back into the padded office chair as if relaxing after a hard day’s work. “Now to deal with you,” she intoned.
In reaction, my gaze dropped to the thumb drive still resting in the other female’s open hand, and Dakota rolled her eyes in respon
