Taming Heather [Cariboo Lunewulf 1] by Lorie O'Clare Page B

grabbed when stumbling through her morning routine so she’d make it to work on time. She hurried through the crowd, following Joey inside.
    “Give me a second to get rolling.” Joey had worked with her for over a year now, and had a gift for catching some award-winning photographs.
    The two of them made a damn good team usually. They’d been assigned to work together right after he’d been hired on by the paper. At the time, she’d been insulted, being given some young pup fresh out of college as her photographer. But since she was one of the few reporters who actually had her own photographer, she didn’t bitch. Heather blinked hard, her eyes burning with fatigue as she looked down at the notes she’d quickly scribbled to bring her up to date with what was going on.
    “Where’s your cheat book on werewolves?” Joey asked, his camera strapped around his neck. Already he was taking off his lens cap.
    Tall and skinny, with long, straight brown hair that he always kept in a ponytail, Joey gave her his “let’s go get them” smile. He had way too much energy today.
    And she was all thumbs. A major story was breaking here. Damn. Damn. Damn.
    “It’s in my bag.” She almost dropped her shoulder bag that she hauled everywhere when working. Finding her black, three-ring binder, she quickly flipped through the pages. “Okay. Here is their pack leader. See him anywhere around?”
    With a quick glance at the picture of Johann Rousseau, Joey scanned the crowd.
    “There he is,” he said, and then almost dragged her through the large foyer where everyone talking was echoing loudly all around them.
    She fumbled for her handheld recorder when she spotted a man matching the picture. “Johann Rousseau, one question, please?” she asked, holding the recorder in front of him.
    “I don’t have any comments at this time.”
    “How can humans help your werewolves get their own school?”
    Joey almost dropped his camera when he looked at her like she was nuts. Johann stopped, giving her a careful once-over. Aware that he could smell out her emotions, she took a slow, deep breath, and hoped she managed a pleasant smile. She’d just gained the pack leader’s undivided attention.
    “Have we met before?” he asked, looking distracted.
    “Heather Graham with the Prince George Tribune . I’d appreciate any comments you might have time to offer.”
    A man next to Johann whispered something in his ear, and Heather stood with bated breath, praying Marc’s name wasn’t being mentioned. But no one could confirm what had happened the night before.
    “I’ve seen no indication that humans want to help us in this matter, Miss Graham.” Johann was a good-looking man, with an easygoing manner. He smiled pleasantly when Joey snapped his picture.
    Dressed casually in a button-down shirt and black jeans, she would never have guessed him a werewolf. He certainly wasn’t as big as Marc. But then she doubted any man or werewolf could come close to being as big as Marc.
    “There isn’t funding for another school, and you know it,” someone yelled from off to the side.
    “But their kids are destroying our school. They are animals and shouldn’t be allowed in our town.”
    Heather scanned the crowd growing around her, while Joey let his camera angle toward whoever had just spoken. His flash went off repeatedly.
    “The werewolves are taking over our town,” someone else yelled.
    “Why don’t you want your werewolves in our schools?” One of her main competitors stuck his handheld tape recorder in Johann’s face.
    Johann glared at the man. His tone remained calm though. “We aren’t asking for city funding, just the right to purchase land to build our own school.”
    “Give them the land and get them away from us,” someone chanted.
    “Can you tell us how cubs are different from human children?” Heather asked.
    “You’re sounding like you’re sympathetic to their cause,” Joey hissed in her ear.
    “We don’t want