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Chapter 1

Puerto Rico

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The Puerto Rican jungle is thick and hus chorus echo all around the stifling darkness I creep silently over the rotting leaves on the rainforest floor, slinking into position Channing’s already there on his belly, squinting through the sight of his sniper rifle

“We got two guards on deck,” Channing whispers

With our shifter hearing, we don't need coles That’s the reason Colonel Johnson created a special ops team composed entirely of shifters He’s one of us He kne much we‘d be capable of when our abilities didn’t have to be hidden from our human counterparts

A quick glance, and I clearly see the outline of two cartelin front of the shack’s open door frauns

“What do you think—hostage inside?” Channing ed?”

“Gagged Tied with rope” That’s uess, anyway

“Don’t see any dogs,” Channing says “So ait for Rafe’s signal”

I nod and strip out of s Colonel Johnson had special caned for us The fabric is stretchy and flexible enough to accoher ups thought having our ding-dongs hanging out after we shifted back would ive a shit who sees us naked

I shift, but try to et on with the hunt The sad truth is that after years of war conditioning, he’s always ready for the kill, especially when there’s a civilian rescue involved The need to protect sometimes overwhelms reason

The signal is a long blast on a dog whistle, a sound no hu and I dart forward As a wolf, I’m faster, and I race ahead

We're al sound up the road Trouble co in the for up to help stand guard

My ears prick at the ear splitting sound of the dog whistle Two short blasts this tiet out