Wolf Song (Wolf Singer Prophecies Book 1)

she started to undo the buckles on my restraints.
That was…new. She didn't take them off of me but they were ridiculously loose.
~Wait.~ Doyle said again.
I rolled my eyes. As if I were about to jump up and start a dance marathon with guards coming.
~I can’t assume your mind, ramina. Maybe you like living on the edge.~
Something about the way he said it, almost in invitation to something I didn’t quite understand scared me, while also…thrilled me. I swallowed. Hard.
The medical tech wandered over to the computers, did something I couldn’t see, and left.
In fact, one by one, the ancillary people all left, and then Guerin rolled in. "Surprised?"
Ridiculously so, but I refused to agree with him. I shrugged as best I could while handcuffed. "Sure, why not? Why wouldn't we be in space."
Guerin smiled. "Yes, it was the last holdout. We had generations of perfecting, though, and now that we have you and your bloodline, finally! We can get the upper hand over the Judas and take back our home at last."
The upper hand. Was he still talking about altering genetics to become what? Bigger, faster, and stronger than other creatures? “The upper hand over creatures you designed to kill people, you mean? One that you thought to keep in check? You’re an idiot,” I spat out to him.
Guerin’s eyes narrowed into beady pinpoints. “I’m the idiot? Look who was the one waltzing back in here as if we didn’t notice your scent and DNA markers as soon as you entered the compound?” He shook his head. “And we thought we made you better than that,” he tsked.
~Keep him talking, ramina.~
I tried not to flinch when he called me that. Something about the way he said it sparked a feeling inside of me, but I didn't have time to examine it because I was being prodded again.
More for my own curiosity over Doyle’s insistence, I kept talking. “Made me better than what?”
Guerin blinked at me, a kind of insectile look settling over his face. “Why, better than the previous generation of course.”
I swallowed. Previous generation? Was he…talking about my biological mother?
~Soleil, close your eyes!~
Guerin opened his mouth to speak, a smirk all over his face, when bright bursts exploded throughout the room.
Computer monitors sizzled, before smoking and then finally popping into uselessness.
An electrical surge rolled through me then, and I yelled full-force into the room, screaming out my pain. Computers, monitors, everything started to burst in mini-explosions then.
Faint flashes flickered against my eyelids. A growling rose among the explosions. People ran, their footsteps drummed against the floor. Raised voices and shouts echoed.
Then a blankness.
I was being lifted into someone's arms and we were moving higher.
“Come on, little girl, you’ve had enough beauty sleep.”
My eyes flew open at the prodding. Throbbing pain squeezed the back of my neck and sent lightning down my spine. My arm was slung over Doyle’s shoulder while he half dragged me across station debris.
He propped me against the wall. “Stay here, please.”
His outline was hazy, and I saw him kneel down at one crumpled body in a white lab coat. Doyle nodded to himself, and restrained the person’s wrists and ankles together so that he was hog-tied.
My vision cleared enough to see that it was Dr. Guerin.
Seeing his face again made the pit of my stomach swell with an unknown emotion. It was a mingling of fear, disgust, sorrow…too many to name, yet not enough words to adequately capture it.
Doyle didn’t bother to help me up, instead he swept me into his arms with barely a grunt.
“Come on, there’s still some time.”
“Time?” my voice slurred. “Time for what?”
I surveyed his profile, his jaw clenching as if he chewed on words he’d rather not say aloud. I traced a fingertip along his jawline. He startled as if I punched him, blinking down at me with his galaxy eyes.
“Where we going?” I said again, proud my voice didn’t warble.
He took deep calming breaths then, still holding me in his arms. It was like he could carry me all day; he didn’t show signs of fatigue. Heck, he barely broke a sweat.
“We’re going to a control room, Soleil. The others should be fighting their way back here. Let’s hope.”
I blinked, wanting to ask him for more, but he took up his grueling pace again.
The way the corridors blurred before me, I realized that he wasn’t just walking me along. He was running, and doing so fast enough that the world fell out of focus. All while carrying me.
“What are you?” I whispered, as my vision narrowed to pinpoints of light. As I slipped out of consciousness, a word pressed from his thoughts and touched lightly upon mine.
Yours.
Doyle
The rama. Her presence was overwhelming. It was her scent. Every bit of her filled my being and I wanted to breathe her in and keep her inside me. And that was exactly what I'd done when she first came inside that cage.
Even under the anesthetic, I kept her there, the scent of her, curled just under my palate. I kept her in my senses so I could remember her always, and be able to find her.
She was in my arms, and I could barely believe it.
I needed to get her away. The rest of the personnel had already retreated to black site with their new crop of test subjects who had been ripe for reaping. The only thing they had left to do was prep and keep Soleil.
I thanked whatever gods there were that she had stumbled upon this lab as late as she’d had. It would have been a lot harder to orchestrate a prison riot with the full force of the AEGIS guard at attention. The main units had already led the way out.
I smelled Creed a moment before he came into view. A growl escaped my throat before I could control it. "Doyle. Where the fuck you think you're going?"
Fucking Creed. "Where you think? The control room. Where she is needed."
The wolf shot forward, cutting