Alpha Omega 03 - Fair Game

Fisher had made this an us-against-them kind of thing. They were all on the same side in the end—catching the villain. It might have been something as simple as departmental rivalry: FBI versus Homeland Security. Anna narrowed her eyes and considered it. It might have been a little of that—and Fisher definitely didn’t like Jim. But Anna thought it was a show aimed at her. Anna was patient; she’d see what the FBI agent wanted from her. In the meantime, she needed to get a handle on the other people in the room.
    Jim had a freshness about him that gave him some charm. Anna didn’t miss the brains behind the shiny front. Dr. Singh, the older man, was reserved in a manner that reminded her of some of the Alpha wolves she’d met over the past few years.
    He was one of the ones who sat in the back and watched their packs, letting matters work out as they would until they veered too far from where he wished. Then he’d pounce with a brutal efficiency that meant he wouldn’t have to move again for a while. He’d noticed what Fisher had done, all right, but his relaxed shoulders told Anna that he hadn’t yet realized just who and what Anna was.
    The door opened abruptly and another man came in. Anna started a little. She wasn’t as good at multitasking as she could have been. If she’d been paying attention, she would have heard him approach, but she’d been engrossed in the power play and had missed the sound of his footsteps.
    Slight and almost frail in appearance, the newcomer glanced at them all with cool gray eyes. His suit was off the rack and looked a little wrinkled, but its blue gray color matched his eyes and complemented the fringe of trimmed dark hair that narrowly circled the top of his head.
    His eyes looked older than his body, and if he was more than five feet tall, it wasn’t by much. The paleness of his skin added to the effect, but he moved easily, like a runner.
    He frowned at the two men. “Homeland,” he said in a neutral tone, then looked at Leslie. “You must be Special Agent Fisher. I’m Special Agent Craig Goldstein. Introduce me, please.”
    She did, starting with the Homeland Security team. Jim Nolastname, Anna discovered, was Jim Pierce.
    “And this,” said Agent Fisher with only a hint of mischief, “is Anna Smith, our werewolf consultant. Anna, this is Special Agent Craig Goldstein. He’s our expert on this case.”
    Goldstein looked…stunned, which she was pretty sure was an unusual happening. The Homeland Security duo looked just as surprised. Singh, recovering first, gave Fisher a sharp look.
    Anna smiled warmly and reached out to shake the hand that Goldstein had automatically extended at the start of the introductions.
    “Hello, Special Agent Goldstein,” she said earnestly. “I know that I’m not what you were planning on, but I’ll do my best. We’re waiting on the Cantrip people and my husband, who has gone out to get coffee.”
    Charles would be here soon. She’d hoped to wait until the Cantrip people came, but she’d have to take what she could get. If Charles got here before she explained the rules, it might be disastrous.
    Anna glanced at them all and blew out a breath. “Listen, there isn’t much time. We’ll help you. But there are some things you should know. We all need to be sitting down when my husband arrives. Don’t look him in the eye. If you do, please, blink or look away if he meets your gaze. Don’t touch me, not even casually. I’m going to sit with an empty chair between me and anyone else.” Bran had cautioned her before they’d left. In Aspen Creek, in the pack, Charles would be confident in her safety. That could change in a moment out of his territory. Anna was pretty sure he’d be fine. It wasn’t Brother Wolf who was in trouble; it was Charles. But she’d promised Bran she’d do what she could to avoid trouble.
    Goldstein’s facetightened, but it was Singh who asked, “Is he dangerous?”
    Anna snorted. “Of course he is. I’m dangerous and I’d bet that you’re pretty dangerous, too. This isn’t about who is the most dangerous; it’s about being smart and keeping everything low-key.”
    “Are you playing good cop, bad cop with
us
?” asked Jim Pierce.
    “Dominant werewolves don’t mix well with others,” Anna told them. “If you play my game, we’ll all be a little happier.” She gave Singh, who looked the least happy, a stern look. “If you were meeting a Chinese foreign minster, wouldn’t you