Chapter Twelve. Retribution.
Sergie sat on the flight out of Russia. The fact they had to do this festered within him. To say he was angry, would be an understatement. His asset had been brought back to him, not only with too much wolfsbane in her system. Despite his orders to reduce it significantly, so that it would only supress her wolf, and keep her pliant. He did not want her ability to think and do the job he needed her to do to be so impaired she would be of no use to him. The asset was now his only hope at getting his dream, and living under a one world order, where the leader of werewolves would reign supreme. But she was returned to him a shell of herself and battered to beyond recognition. He was more than annoyed, he was enraged. According to those he trusted in the camp, s
