"Can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked. Even though he asked, I knew I didn't really have much choice so I walked into the study. I suppressed the familiar creepy feeling I experienced when Travis was around.
"I'd like to speak to her alone," he instructed Travis. Travis gave me one last glare before he left me alone in the study with Harrison.
"Sorry about Travis," Harrison said apologetically. "He doesn't really have people skills."
I smiled. It went far deeper than that. Travis was evil through and through, and there was no disguising that.
"It's fine," I said, brushing it off. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Take a seat," he suggested when he pulled out a chair for me.
Nervously I walked over to him and sat down just as he sat down opposite me behind the big desk.
For some reason I felt nervous about what he wanted to talk to me about. From the time I had entered the property no one had questioned me about anything. It made me fear that despite my best attempts to hide my true identity they suspected something wasn't right about me.
"I know this has been a lot to take in," he began to say and frowned slightly as I tried to follow what he was saying. "Finding out werewolves are real must have been a big shock."
I nodded, trying to show a little fear as I clasped my hands together.
Remember you are a human who was attacked by a powerful supernatural beast,I told myself, hoping it would improve my performance.
"But discovering such a secret requires a responsibility to keep it a secret."
There was no threat in his features like I had expected from one of the Keepers. I bet if Travis were giving this speech he would be threatening me with a long and drawn-out painful death if I breathed a word to anyone.
"I won't say anything," I said breathlessly, my eyes large as they held his.
He studied me for a moment.
"If you tell people, they probably won't believe you anyway. At best they would believe you're mentally unstable."
CHAPTER TEN
Kyle
I watched the still form that had unbelievably taken two alphas and a beta to subdue. Curtis had injected him with a sedative that was strong enough to knock out a full-grown elephant. He had been out of it since the day before, giving me some time to try and catch up on some much needed sleep, although it hadn't come easy.
"Do you think he's one of them?" I directed my question to Uncle Nate, who was standing beside me watching our prisoner with subdued interest.
"He has to be. It's the only explanation that makes sense."
In the time since we had brought him back to the compound, we had been trying to figure out what he was. Uncle Nate had found some information in the old stories of a supernatural creature. Supposedly they looked human but their strength and reflexes were super-human. They also possessed the ability to heal like we did. They were known as Keepers.
It was the stuff bedtime stories were based on. Like saying Superman was real. If I hadn't seen it for myself, I wouldn't have believed it. It was surreal.
"If it's true, then we have a big problem."
From what we had gathered, their responsibility was to keep the werewolves in line. Like almost every creature on earth had their predator, ours were Keepers.
Granted, from the sound of things they didn't just go around killing our kind. No, they usually only took out werewolves who didn't obey the laws that were in place to protect innocent humans—usually rogues.
I crossed my arms before rubbing my chin as I continued to try to figure out why they were here.
Rogues probably had something to do with it. But what I couldn't understand was why now? Rogues had been around for as long as we'd existed. What was different now? There had to be a reason.
There wasn't a lot of information about them other than that. We were scoping out their base to get a better idea of how many there were. I also needed to know if Crystal was there. My gut told me she was, even though there hadn't been any confirmation.
The door opened and Bay walked in, closing the door behind her.
