“Worried about the three little bears? How kind of you.”
“Will you be serious? There could be a hundred werewolves out there.”
“I know. We came prepared.” Howard checked his watch. It was a quarter after eleven. “After the sun sets, we can call Dougal and get down to business. We’ve got about a ten-minute wait.”
“Okay.” Phil settled back in the passenger seat. “So how does your friend Harry fit into the plan? He’s a were-bear, right?”
“Yeah. Harry Yutu. His last name is Eskimo for ‘The Claw.’ ” Howard smiled, remembering how they’d been best friends all through school. “He was always reminding me that he’s bigger. He shifts into a polar bear.”
Phil’s eyebrows lifted. “Are you kidding me?”
“Didn’t know about them, huh?” Howard’s smile widened. “His dad and my dad were best friends. They owned a lumber company together up north off the Yukon River.”
“Past tense?”
Howard nodded, his smile fading. “They died in a fire when I was four. I think Harry was three.”
“I’m sorry.”
Howard waved a dismissive hand. “It’s okay. Our mothers took us to the Bear Claw Islands, and we grew up there. My grandfather was always more like a father to me.”
“He kept you in line?”
“Bearly.” Howard smiled when Phil groaned at his pun, then reached back to shove at his cousins. “Wake up, guys.”
Jimmy jerked awake and looked out the window. “Are we there yet? Is it time to play secret agent man?”
Jesse stretched. “This is going to be so cool!”
“I know, right?” Jimmy agreed.
Jesse smiled at Howard. “We’re so glad you came home. The summer was totally boring till you showed up.”
“The summer?” Jimmy scoffed. “How about our entire lives?” He glanced at Phil. “We were born after Howard was banished.”
“Yeah. We didn’t even know him till a month ago,” Jesse explained. “But we grew up hearing about him. He’s a legend, you know. He tossed Rhett and two other werewolves off a cliff.”
Phil glanced at Howard. “That’s why you were banished? You killed werewolves?”
Jesse winced. “No offense, wolfman. I guess I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
“That’s right.” Howard scowled at his cousin.
“Was it the same cliff where we met last night?” Phil asked. “Is that why you thought you’d killed Rhett?”
Howard shrugged. “He looked at me funny.”
“Really?” Jesse scratched his head. “I thought he killed your girl—”
“Enough,” Howard interrupted. “Listen, you two. You’ve got to be careful tonight. Your mom will have my hide if anything happens to you.”
“Your hide.” Jimmy snickered.
“Get your disguises on,” Howard continued. “And your gloves. Don’t leave any fingerprints.”
Jesse saluted. “Aye, aye, Captain!”
Jimmy elbowed him. “Come on, bro. Let’s get stinky.”
They turned toward the back of the SUV, kneeling on the backseat while they pried the top off a plastic bin they’d stashed in the trunk.
“Stinky?” Phil twisted around to watch.
“Our new coats,” Howard explained. “We’ve got them triple-wrapped in plastic and stuffed in that container to keep the aroma fresh.”
“I was wondering why you guys were hauling around that bin—” Phil stiffened when Jimmy ripped the Saran Wrap off the first coat and a strong odor escaped. “Wolves?” His jaw clenched. “Dead wolves?”
“Sorry about that, wolfman.” Jimmy shook out a huge coat covered with wolf skins. “We gotta blend in, you know.” He handed the coat to Howard. “This one is yours.”
Phil glowered at him. “You killed wolves?”
Howard shrugged. “We have to cover our scent. It was either this or have you piss all over us.”
“That could be arranged,” Phil muttered.
Jesse snorted. “Yeah, like we’d go for that.” He took the plastic wrap off a second coat. “Don’t worry, wolfman. No werewolves were harmed or killed during the production of this movie.”
“You killed wolves,” Phil growled.
“Just a few.” Jimmy unwrapped the last coat and put it on. “Isn’t that like doing you guys a favor? I mean, don’t you have to compete with real wolves when you’re hunting?”
Phil groaned. “Some werewolves might agree with that, but I’ve always considered them noble creatures.”
“Well, now they’re being noble enough to protect us from your werewolf buddies.” Jimmy pulled on a pair of leather gloves.
Phil glanced toward the woods. “Those aren’t my buddies.”
“Wow, you’re like some kind of movie hero.” Jesse raised a gloved hand as he imagined. “The Lone Wolf.”
Phil snorted.
“Are you really married to a vampire?” Jimmy asked. “I heard she was hot.”
Phil shot Howard an annoyed look.
“They wanted to know why you smelled like girly shampoo.” With a grin, Howard ignored Phil’s glare and climbed out of the SUV.
As he slipped on the smelly wolf-skin coat, his thoughts returned to Elsa. The image of her beautiful face had crossed his mind often on the long drive. Her wild blond hair, her sparkling green eyes, her bright smile that always made his heart pound. He’d studied her photos, so he knew how she looked, but he was becoming increasingly curious about her scent. As a were-bear, scent was important, and it bothered him that he was clueless about such an essential part of her. And even though he teased Phil, he had to admit to an unfortunate amount of envy. He’d jump at the chance to use the same shampoo as Elsa.
He shook his head. What an impossible dream. He pushed away all thoughts of Elsa and called Dougal on his satellite phone.
A few seconds later, Dougal materialized beside him, dressed entirely in black with pants, turtleneck sweater, and trench coat. His claymore was strapped on his back in a black leather scabbard.
“Whoa, dude.” Jimmy clambered out of the SUV, followed by his brother. “What happened to your skirt?”
“Yeah, you went like all Matrix on us,” Jesse added.
Dougal waved his mechanical hand in front of his face, grimacing at the strong scent of their wolf-skin coats. “This is a covert operation,” he whispered. “We should keep the talking to a minimum.”
“Really?” Jesse peered around the vampire. “Hey. Did you bring your humongous sword?”
Jimmy nodded. “That sword is freakin’ awesome.”
Jesse grinned. “I know, right?”
Howard arched a brow at them. “What part of minimum talking did you not get?”
“Huh?” Jesse gave them a blank look.
“Bro.” Jimmy nudged him. “They’re telling us to shut up.”
“Oh. Right. Covert.” Jesse nodded, then whispered with a grin, “This is so cool!”
“Give us three minutes, then meet us at the gatehouse,” Howard said quietly. “Got it?”
“Aye, Captain.” Jesse studied his wristwatch. “Three minutes on my mark. Five, four, three—”
“Why are you counting?” Jimmy whispered.
“That’s what they do in the movies,” Jesse replied. “Shoot, now I have to start over.”
Phil groaned. “You’re leaving me alone with these two?”
Howard grinned, then motioned for Dougal to follow him. “Let’s go.” They moved quickly through the woods, staying close to the road, till the gatehouse came into view.
“I’ll draw the guard out,” Howard whispered. “You know what to do?”
“Aye.” Dougal slipped a black leather glove onto his left hand.
Howard eased into the road, and a few seconds later, the guard stepped out. A big mortal in a khaki uniform.
“Hold it right there.” The guard rested a hand on his sidearm.
Dougal teleported behind him, and his eyes glowed as he turned his Vamp power on high. The guard’s face went blank, his eyelids closed, and then he slumped onto the road. Dougal picked him up and carried him into the gatehouse, while Howard jogged toward them.
Inside, Howard studied the two monitors. There appeared to be only two security cameras, one showing the front of the house, and the other, the back. Rhett probably wasn’t too concerned about security. His family had amassed a lot of power over the past fifty years, and they were known to be ruthless. Who was going to mess with Rhett when he had five hundred minions at his beck and call?