Possessed By The Wolf (Werewolf's Harem Book 3) by Vivian Wood Page A

told his car’s computer. His Luna Corp. co-owner picked up on the first ring.
    “Jackson,” Ben said. No greeting, no preamble. Just a location.
    “Mississippi?” Walker asked, surprised.
    “Yep. Head for the Dekalb-Peachtree airport. I’ve got a chopper chartered for you, waiting.”
    Impressed, Walker decided to skip the stop at his apartment. He’d just showered and changed into a fresh t-shirt and jeans, and he had a go-bag in his trunk with weapons and other necessities.  
    “I need a little more info, Ben. Lucas basically just told me I’m saving some shifter female that you found…” he trailed off, not knowing the details.
    “I found her for sale on the Silk Road,” Ben said.
    “You’re going to give me more than that.”
    “I found several message board posts that mention her, and then tracked the whispers to the sale source. A black market site on the deep web, somewhere you have to access through serious back channels. The story seems to be that a couple of rednecks trapped her in her wolf form, and they were trying to sell her to an animal collector. She must have shifted at some point, because they figured out what she is and now she’s up for sale as something a lot worse than an exotic pet.”
    Walker was quiet for a moment, absorbing it all. His wolf stirred, and anger threatened to rise again, but he shut it down. Emotions weren’t going to help anybody right now.
    “I need some satellite recon, and I won’t be able to pull it with my current resources,” Walker finally replied.
    Ben let out a breath, and Walker frowned. Had the other male really thought he would refuse to help? Nevermind the fact that he’d repeatedly told Lucas that he wouldn’t do a rescue operation for some shifter dumb enough to get herself trapped by humans. Walker might have a big mouth, but he wasn’t entirely without compassion. Usually.
    “The site is an old dog-fighting ring. She must have come at them hard a few times, and they realized they needed a serious cage. I’ve pulled some images and heat signature patterns from the property. It looks like we’ve got at least five men in the building where they’re holding the auction. In less than five hours, bidders will start to arrive and there will be at least eight more people. Probably at least fifteen men. Not a lot of weaponry coming and going, from what I can tell,” Ben said. His tone was distracted, as if he were reviewing the images as they spoke.
    “How long is the trip out?”  
    “Three and a half hours, maybe a little less.”
    “Cutting it pretty close. I’ll be in the air in fifteen minutes. Can you have a car waiting? Weapons too, if possible.”
    “Not a problem.”
    “All right. I’ll hit you when I land,” Walker said.  
    True to his word, Walker lifted off in the helicopter in just over ten minutes. He closed his eyes, slipping into a restful state too light to be described as sleep. It allowed him to contemplate his plan and recharge his post-gym brain, the familiar sound of whirring chopper blades relaxing him for the flight.

    Less than three hours later, Walker found himself deep in the Mississippi woods. The chopper had dropped him in a field thirty miles north of Jackson, just a few minutes from the address Ben had listed as the auction warehouse. Walker had found a silver sedan waiting for him, and he’d checked in with Ben on the way over to the warehouse.
    “Don’t bother making up a back story,” Ben counseled. “I don’t have time to create an identity for you, so I used your actual credentials. You’re a shifter, you have money, and you’re single. No one has more reason to be at this auction than you.”
    “Are they going to just let me walk into this place?” Walker asked.
    “I had one of the Luna Corp secretaries pose as your personal assistant. She called and got you a seat at the auction.”
    Walker gave a mirthless chuckle.
    “You find this funny? It’s all a business transaction to these