LITMIR.BIZ

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leaves.

      She found the base interesting in its layout. From where she was, most buildings—nearly all low and two-or three-story—were to the left, and the woods were to her right. It wasn’t hard to stay in shadows, but that was changing with almost every minute.

      Dawn was breaking.

      She— What was that?

      She heard a noise in the woods, as if someone else stepped on those dry leaves. Was it the man who had shooed her back inside before?

      Or was it an animal?

      A wolf?

      Okay, if she was going to have any chance at all of seeing what she sought, of taking pictures, it was time to move. Slowly, so she didn’t make any more noise than absolutely necessary, she slid between the trees.

      It was darker here than in the open, but the fact that sunrise was beginning made it easier to see.

      There. She heard something again.

      A howl?

      No...it sounded more like a moan. A human moan.

      Was someone hurt? Had those damned wolves attacked someone?

      Less inclined to be protective of herself when someone might need her help, she walked faster in the direction of the noise.

      The moans sounded louder, accompanied by other noise, as if something thrashed in the underbrush. Was it a person being attacked?

      Damn, she really should have brought a weapon. She had her phone in another pocket and could call for help if necessary, but the first minutes during an attack could be critical. She needed to find out fast exactly what was going on.

      She started running in the direction of the sounds.

      She emerged into a clearing among the trees where daylight was beginning to glimmer.

      Sara blinked in confusion and disbelief as she looked at the source of the sound.

      Only one being was present in the clearing. It definitely wasn’t a fight but—what was it?

      That wasn’t one of the wolves. Or at least the furry being didn’t look like one—not exactly. It was larger, more elongated, and as Sara watched, the hair on its body appeared to be sucked in until only flesh remained except on the head—and in certain private areas where humans also had hair.

      Male humans—and hair wasn’t all that was private that Sara observed.

      This couldn’t be. And yet, it was.

      As she watched—and, fortunately, had the consciousness to start shooting pictures, including a video—the wolf-like creature disappeared, replaced by the form of a man.

      Not just any man.

      She realized quickly that it was Sergeant Jason Connell she watched, changing from a wolf back into a human.

      She couldn’t stop staring at him, and not just because of the incredible metamorphosis she had just observed.

      Jason Connell stood there, breathing hard as if shedding final discomfort at what he had gone through. He flexed his body—his arms, his chest and yes, his most private areas, riveting Sara’s gaze there as she, too, started breathing a bit harder. Lord, was he generously endowed there. Was that a factor of who, or what, he was?

      She continued to shoot pictures, but only for a moment.

      Jason grinned then and looked straight at her. He flexed once more, and she swallowed hard. How long had he recognized that she was there?

      He certainly did now.

      “Good morning, Sara...er, Lieutenant,” he said. “Like what you see? I’d be glad to demonstrate some more.”

      With a strangled cry, Sara turned and ran back the way she had come.

      * * *

      Jason considered just letting her go.

      She wasn’t supposed to be out here, anyway. But he didn’t have any clothes here to slip on.

      He had purposely separated from the rest of his pack a while ago. He had wondered if the lovely lieutenant would return to the area where she had found them to follow up on what she thought she had seen.

      Sure enough, she had appeared where he had anticipated. Just by running into the pack last night, though, she really hadn’t seen much of anything...then.

      If he went after her now, he would only emphasize what she had seen this morning. Him.

      Not that he minded. But even if he wanted to, he doubted he’d be able to slip into the BOQ nude to do—whatever.

      He found the lieutenant hot. Presumably, she now found him hot, too. He hoped so. He hated to think all that moving and flexing, purposely giving her an eyeful, had been in vain. Not that either of them ever could, or would, act on it.

      No, he would head back to his own quarters first. He would run into her casually on the base, anyway.

      Hanging out with Alpha Force was why she was here.

      “Hey, where’ve you been, Jason?” Jonas Truro slipped out of the woods. He held out a T-shirt and jeans toward him. “Not a good thing to wander around here like that, especially now.” He nodded toward Jason’s crotch.

      At the moment, his private parts were at ease. He’d been alone there long enough, in the somewhat cool morning air, to chill out.

      “Not with that new unit here,” Jason agreed, taking the clothes and slipping them on. “Thanks.” He wasn’t about to mention that he’d been seen—especially considering who it had been.

      Although it probably would have been worse had someone from the new special-ops group stationed here seen him. Though everyone was pretending cordiality, there’d been friction between Alpha Force members and the new unit, the Ultra Special Forces Team. They were here to engage, eventually, in some mutual training with Alpha Force for a so-far undisclosed covert assignment overseas. The team’s unique skills still remained secret from Alpha Force. No one outside their group was supposed to ask questions about their nature.

      And no one in the Ultra Special Forces Team was supposed to ask questions about Alpha Force.

      “Everyone else back in their quarters?” Jason asked. All the other shifters were brass—officers, from lieutenants up through Major Connell. That was partly thanks to General Yarrow, he’d been told. Although their nature was revealed only on a need-to-know basis, the shifters in Alpha Force were regarded with esteem, and their special abilities were to be recognized by the military, at least by their ranks.

      Everyone but him.

      “They sure are. Drew said we should all get a couple of hours’ sleep, then we’ll meet up in the lab to compare notes about last night.” Jonas yawned. “You okay on your own now?”

      “Sure am.” Jason gave him an exaggerated salute. “I’m off to my quarters. See you later, Captain.”

      Jason pivoted as if he felt like genuine, by-the-book military and headed in the growing light of dawn toward the better-than-barracks apartment building that housed a group of enlisted members of Alpha Force, not too far from the BOQ.

      Jason was the only shifter in that building—the only Alpha Force shifter who wasn’t a commissioned officer.

      Most shifters in Alpha Force had individual aides to help them, primarily enlisted personnel quartered in the same building as Jason. For the exercises tonight, though, the decision had been that only one aide was needed, and Captain Jonas Truro had been it.

      Jason didn’t have his own personal aide, anyway. The only perk he’d been given was that he had been promoted to the rank of sergeant nearly immediately. Being a noncommissioned officer was better than just being a private, but he’d have liked the recognition given to the other shifters.

      Of course he didn’t

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