CHAPTER THREE
Rowe hadn't been charged with anything.
Yet.
But he was sitting in a holding cell and glaring at the bars. He wondered if he could shift and use his strength to break out. Probably not. He was a werewolf, not a superhero. And if he shifted while he was in a cell, he was sure he'd either be killed or transferred to some secret government facility to be studied until he died.
He was done letting the government own him. His time in the military was over.
Rowe shifted in his seat. He wanted to get up and pace. He had no idea what time it was or when he could expect to go home. Were they going to charge him? Or were the cops just f*****g with him?
He was the only guy in the cell, which was a blessing for everyone. He hadn't wanted to fight Matty, but the already healing brui
