Wolf Six's Salvation A Shifter Love Story - Krista Lakes Page 0,3

officers or senior enlisted, but something about that didn't seem right to me. I got the feeling we were talking to a bunch of majors and colonels."

"I really appreciate you telling me this. Do you have any idea where I should start looking?" She bit her lip, hoping he had some idea to get her started.

The man glanced out the window and pulled his ball cap lower. "You need to know that Madison would have done anything if he thought it would help this country. He's a good soldier."

She nodded. "I know. That's just how he is. Loyal to almost a fault. Do you have any ideas?"

He suddenly looked very nervous. "I gotta go." He glanced out the window again, a sheen of sweat breaking out across his face. Her shoulders sunk slightly as she opened the door to let him out. He paused for a moment and then turned, wrapping his arms around her as though he were giving her a hug, despite only knowing her a couple of minutes.

"The Lycan Project," he whispered in her ear, letting her go and stepping out into the parking lot as quickly as he could. She stared out after him, playing with the words in her head, but they didn't make any sense. She shook her head and went back to packing, trying to figure out the puzzle.

Four months later, sitting on her bed and looking at a picture of her brother, she still didn't know what "The Lycan Project" meant, but she knew it was important. Two days after meeting with her, she had heard that a young Sergeant Roberts had been hit by a car. The driver hadn't stopped and witnesses said it looked as though the driver had actually sped up to hit him. The whole thing made her feel sick to her stomach.

Chloe flipped the phone over in her hands, playing with the hard plastic for a moment before getting up and grabbing her laptop. As it booted she ordered a single cheese pizza with mushrooms and olives. She opened up an Internet browser as she completed her order with the pizza company and began looking up information on Fort Baskerville.

Chapter 3

Captain Jackson Wolfe sat gingerly down on the ancient office chair, afraid that it might collapse under his weight at any moment. It wasn't that he was particularly heavy. He was actually in the best physical shape of his life, but the chair was so ancient that it looked like it might disintegrate if the sun hit it too hard.

Luckily, the chair held. It was actually more comfortable than he had expected and it had lasted him the entire week without falling apart. He leaned back tentatively, listening for a squeak of hinges that would foretell his doom, but the chair held. He let out a slow sigh, glancing around at the small room.

The "office" in the Records Building of Fort Baskerville the Army was giving him to work out of wasn't much better than a glorified broom closet. There was the ancient chair with an equally old wooden desk, an Army cot that looked like it had been made in the 1970's, and piles of brown boxes full of paperwork for him to work on. There was only a tiny vent of a window letting in the last of the fading light from the sunset. It wasn't much, but at least he didn't have to share it. Being in close proximity to another human being was something that he wanted to avoid as much as possible at the moment.

Jackson rolled his shoulders, trying to straighten out the hunch in his back from leaning over old files for hours at a time. As a Psychological Operations Interrogator, files were a part of his job, and despite the fact that they were boring, for once he was actually glad to have them. He had requested to be sent somewhere stateside and out of the action while they evaluated his case.

His eyes glazed over as he thought of the reasons he was here. The fire had burned the bodies, but there were still questions. His superiors sent him to Fort Baskerville to go through files while they cleared him for duty. He hoped he could just stay with the files. They gave him a job without having to be around humans. Around people he could hurt.

The fading light shone across a single picture frame sitting on the edge of his desk. It was all he had unpacked since arriving,