Wolf, in League

Chapter 1: Mostly He Missed It-4

Matthew slammed into the small restroom that made up part of the boardroom harder than he’d intended, but much more gently than he would have liked to, and stood in front of the mirror with one hand over his forehead, his eyes closed, and his breath coming out in exaggerated exhales. Mad, they were all mad. Insane, really.

“Doctor, have you ever wondered why human beings are born with an instinctual fear of the dark?”

Matthew was not the kind of man that automatically wrote off fairy tales or stories of the paranormal just because he’d not been confronted by the truth of their existence. He was not of the belief that everything in life could be rationalized down to current-day science. Fear came from somewhere, and to automatically assume that every story about little gray spacemen or monsters was made up would have been like refusing his own belief that one day man would eliminate schizophrenia or find a miracle cure for cancer. A researcher had to believe in the unlikely, or else they wouldn’t pursue anything that existed beyond current knowledge. That’s what made them bejeezus researchers, after all. They had to believe that there was more to the human existence than simply handing over prescriptions and making people comfortable until Death caught up with them.

But he knew a joke when he heard one. And that’s what this had to be…it had to. There was no other explanation.

“Are you familiar with the term ‘shifter’?”

There were, however, certain ideologies that twisted even the most open, the most curious minds.

“There is a certain…well, I’m going to go ahead and just use the word—a certain pack of Wolf’s constituency that we have lost contact with. We require some intel on these subjects and when I explain who they are, I think you’ll understand why this matter needs to be handled internally.”

“Wait…you mean me? I don’t understand…”

He still didn’t. The points they’d given him in favor of the idea had seemed invalid; shaky at best, and outright condescending and foolish at the worst.

“The alpha member of this pack is…well, he’s gay, Dietrich. So is his son, who is also a person of interest—”

He’d cut Volos off immediately.

“And?”

“And you are as well.”

“What the…what does that have to do with anything?”

He’d been mortified at himself for coming that close to swearing. Like his mother had always said, even in salty California, there was enough of the f-word and the s-word out there already, and if he couldn’t see the benefit of keeping his mouth clean, then he didn’t deserve to have someone kiss it. But seriously, was Volos that simpleminded? Did Volos think that because these men were gay they’d have some kind of instant bonding thing going on? Did they expect Matthew to engage in s*x for information? Besides, he was a doctor and a researcher and why the hellabaloo would that make him the ideal candidate to get them their intel?

Matthew leaned his head against the cool glass of the mirror and tried to focus on that aspect of the conversation as if, somehow, that was the weirdest thing about what had just taken place in the boardroom. It wasn’t, though. Good heavens, it certainly was not. It had taken three separate uses of the word ‘shifter’ for the concept to catch in Matthew’s head.

“Are you suggesting these men are werewolves?”

He’d laughed, a high shrill sound that had echoed in the room. It was an attempt at amusement—all right, guys, I caught the joke and you can let off now—that was immediately shut down.

“We’re not suggesting that at all. We’re coming right out and telling you. And you should know that investigations into what might have taken place before we lost contact with them indicates that there is a good chance of vampiric involvement as well.”

Vampiric. That wasn’t even a word, was it? His mind had flailed with the use of it, as if pulling out a dictionary and proving his point would make the fakery disappear. He’d told Volos and Dyball they were crazy. He’d known, looking into their eyes, that they weren’t. They believed what they were saying, anyway. And looking at them, at their straight faces and their direct gazes, Matthew’s mind had starting stacking up the blocks and making bridges out of them: the odd mannerisms of the staff, the extra security in certain areas of the center, the secrecy. The bats…cheese and rice! Were there monsters on the premises? What exactly was the GDBCG doing in their labs?

“You have made it very clear that you want to be here, Doctor. That this is the place where you can fulfill the dreams and ideas that got you into genetics in the first place. And I agree with you—there is absolutely no place on this planet where you will be better served to do that. The things you will learn here will change everything you know. They will enlighten you on humankind in ways that you never even dreamed existed. These anomalies are the secret to understanding what the human body is capable of. You have no idea how far we’ve come, but you can know. You will know. If you choose to, that is. This is a research opportunity that very few of our kind even know about, let alone get the chance to work with. Isn’t that what you want?

We’re offering you more knowledge than you ever knew was available. All you have to do is help us.”

Volos had been so smug. So completely confident with what he was saying. So careless. Like he hadn’t been trying to tell Matthew that the world as Matthew knew it was a lie.

Yet even there, with his forehead warming the glass beneath it and his nostrils huffing air into condensation butterflies, after he’d had to run out of the room like a child, he didn’t really believe any of it. For that he’d have to see it. He’d have to know it, sample it, study it, and even then Matthew wasn’t sure he’d draw the conclusion of what they were trying to tell him. Viruses, disorders, mutations: yes. Men who turned into wolves…men with fur—

“Ridiculous,” he hissed. It was definitely a joke. A prank on the new guy before they accepted him into their flock. That’s all it was. Volos and Dyball had been convincing, but of course they were. They were both senior members of the executive staff and had years of experience at making people believe what they wanted them to. They were joshing him and that was okay. He’d play their games. Sure he would. That was the whole point, probably—to see how he’d handle something so extraordinary. To see if he could be trusted, and make sure he really did have an open mind.

And okay, yes, he’d panicked and made a dash for the restroom to put his head back together, but that was all right too. It would make them think he was taking their words at face value and that he was giving them full consideration. So what now? How far would they take it? He could only wait and see, of course. Maybe the moment he walked out of the restroom they’d start laughing. They’d clap him on the back and they could all share in the joke. He could even make a sheepish comment about how excited he’d been starting to get over the idea of it all. If not, he’d play along until they did crack.

Sure. He could do that.

He took a breath. He let it out. He pushed away from the mirror and then used his sleeve to scrub off the marks he’d left. He stepped back, turned toward the door, and yanked it open.

“Welcome back, Doctor,” Volos said.

Neither man had moved from where they’d been when Matthew had stepped away. And neither man was laughing.

“Everything all right?”

He gave them a couple of seconds before he replied; plenty of time to toss aside the ruse and get to business. When they didn’t, Matthew nodded. All righty then. Professional, but skeptical. He couldn’t let himself look like too much of a fool. “Perfect. I’d like to see your files, please. Everything you have on these…what was it, O’Connells? Their associates too, of course. Medical, dental, psychological assessments. Anything and everything you have.”

“First.” Dyball, who’d remained pretty much silent up until that point held up a finger. “You’ll forgive me if I’m wrong, but I don’t believe that the kind doctor here believes a word of what we’ve said so far. I think we would be best served by introducing him to his partner.”

“Partner?” Panic resurfaced in Matthew’s voice and he had to swallow it down. “Do you have an investigator? Has he—”

“We have something,” Dyball said, his smile widening in his round, rather plain face. Sitting beside Volos only made him appear shorter, squatter, and more unimpressive than he might have in another setting. “Gavin Strauss. He was…is…a senior researcher here at the facility as well. At the executive level these days, though, of course. He’s agree to play the part of your…” He snapped his fingers and looked at Volos. “What’s the term they’re using these days? Partner? Significant other—”

“Do you mean husband?” Matthew interrupted.

“Husband is a good a word as any,” Volos said. He smiled, but the corner of his lip was flipped in a grimace that was a little too close to disgust for Matthew’s liking.

“Why do I need someone to play my husband?”

He didn’t get an answer right away. Instead, Dyball and Volos stood and motioned him toward the door that led out of the boardroom.

“All things in time, Doctor,” Volos said. He waited for Matthew to walk past him and dropped a hand on Matthew’s shoulder. “All things in time.”