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

guys.”
    “You mean, as if this wasn’t an illegal, black-market human trafficking auction?”
    “Yep,” Ben answered, unfazed. “I’m going to warn you, these guys aren’t much for shifters. They think we’re sub-human.”
    “Not a problem. I’m planning on shutting down their little marketplace, not making friends.”
    “Walker…” Ben started, then paused.
    “Spit it out,” Walker said.
    “It would probably be better if you didn’t stir the pot. If you hurt one of these guys, the whole bunch of them is probably going to come after us. They’ve got some connections, humans I’d rather not cross if we can help it.”
    “Like who? Who’s stupid enough to back a bunch of redneck assholes that are running a slave trade?”
    “A couple of the top-tier morons running this place are hooked up with some crazy anti-paranormal group. The Legion, they’re called. Religious nuts doing crazy science experiments, trying to ‘cure’ shifters and vamps. Pretty terrible stuff, I’m afraid.”
    “The Legion,” Walker repeated. “Sounds familiar, but I can’t place it.”
    “It’s the same group that’s been giving the Louisiana shifter pack so much trouble.”
    “That’s right. Their pack alpha sent out a mass email looking for help. What’s his name?”
    “Shaw, I think. My point is, if one of these guys identifies you, it could be big trouble for us. Not just the company, and not just you and me and Lucas. There are females here to consider now.”
    Walker snorted.
    “Since when have you cared about females? You’re still hung up on that brunette that dumped you over Christmas.”
    Ben hesitated, and Walker sensed that there was something going on with the other male. Even if Walker was the kind of guy to talk feelings, now definitely wasn’t the time.
    “Right. It’s none of my business. We’re getting sidetracked. What else do I need know?” Walker asked.
    “Just be careful, and make sure you check out the trunk of the rental car before you wade in.”
    “Gotcha. Will I have the chopper when I’m done?”
    “The pilot is staying put. He can extract you and take you as far as the closest private airport. I figure if this female is all shaken up, the last thing she needs is hours in a helicopter. It’s rough on the nerves.”
    “Right. Have a flight waiting for us, if you can.”
    “Got it.”
    Walker caught the sound of a woman’s voice in the background of Ben’s call.
    “Are you with Aurelia?” Walker asked, his tone growing sharp.
    “Uh… good luck!” Ben said, disconnecting the call.
    “What in the fuck?” Walker asked, looking at his phone. His bad feeling about Ben’s lady problems doubled, but Walker stuffed it down. He needed to focus.
    Shaking his head, he dropped the phone and the keys onto the passenger seat. Looking at his watch, he took a deep breath. He had a little time before he was due at the auction, and he planned to do a little reconnaissance.  
    He got out of the car and crouched, shifting into his wolf form. Even though he was a massive, tawny timber wolf, he was much quieter and faster in this form. He’d honed every muscle and mastered every agility exercise in his human form, but when it came to stealth there was just no beating a wolf. All the better for staking out his surroundings.
    He approached the warehouse, making three slow circles before slipping up to the very edge of the parking lot. He watched human men milling around the entrance, impatient to enter. There were a number of nondescript white men in ratty camo clothing, some guarding the door and others inside. Auction employees, presumably.  
    Several well-dressed men in suits were also present; Walker assumed that they were buyers or buyers’ agents. None of them spoke, preferring to watch their peers with a high degree of suspicion. Even flesh traders didn’t trust flesh traders, it seemed.
    Two more men in dark suits arrived, and the doors were opened. The guys at the door stopped the