Chapter 8

I signed a contract obligating myself to provide two werewolf children. I provided my checking account number and Sasha said I would receive two hundred thousand dollars to that account first thing tomorrow morning via direct deposit.

Both of them kissed me before I left, and there was a lot more in those kisses than I usually received from someone I barely knew. Both Conor and Brigitte put a suitcase in the back of the Jeep before we left. I assumed they wore some clothes. I didn’t have to wear the hood as I left the compound. I was one of them now, as much as a human could be, anyway. As far as I could tell, the compound was probably somewhere between Rockland and Augusta, northeast of Bath.

“Did either of you have sex at the compound?” I asked.

“We’re your bodyguards. Only one of us can have sex while we’re on duty and we didn’t work it out ahead of time,” Conor said, “so neither of us had sex. Did you enjoy what you saw?”

“What does my pussy scent tell yo