The World Alliance for Supernatural Protection—aka WASP—exists to make sure humans never learn that supernatural creatures are more than just stories. When something goes wrong and a human learns the truth, WASP special operatives are sent to make it seem like nothing ever went amiss. WASP special operatives are highly trained to make such accidents vanish. Special Ops 13 is WASP’s secret weapon. When WASP calls on Special Ops 13, something has gone very, very wrong.

Predatory

Soft. Comfortable. Not moving—no rumble, no jazz. Pleasant light—maybe low lamps, maybe fireplace. Wood beams and plaster overhead. Blankets around me.

With effort, turn head, look around. Fake fireplace. No windows. A door, closed. A couple chairs—

That s right. Flashes come back—the medics, the stretcher. Exam room, all sterile white. Poking, prodding, PAIN. Missing something there, too—cold, lonely.

"Good morning," Samson greets me. "How ya feelin ?"

I stretch a little, testing. Still aches everywhere.

"Sore. Tired," I tell him. "Where Rika? Zoe?"

"Restin , an they ve earned it. Hell of a task, t get you an them lycans all the way out here. An they saved your life, my medics told me. You ve got some nasty injuries, but I m told they re healing all right. Doctor ll be in soon t check ya over, change dressings an all that."

Chapter 45 A Great Operative