Page 26 of Wolf Bound

She laughed. “You’re cute, you know?” She pulled his boxer briefs off.

“That’s my underwear drawer over there.” He should have already pulled out a pair.

She fished a pair of black boxer briefs out, then helped him into them. Then she found a pair of jeans and a T-shirt in the closet, then helped him into the jeans. She was being super careful when she pulled his shirt over his injured shoulder.

He really appreciated her help, though he wished he could do this on his own. He could, but it would have taken him a lot longer and been more of a struggle. “I hadn’t expected you to dress and undress me. This goes above and beyond the call of duty.”

“I’m happy to do it for you.”

Once she had helped him finish dressing, she set him up on his computer to do searches for her. He was thrilled to help her and if he did get the job with the USF, this was a great way to learn about one aspect of it.

“I’m going to finish cleaning up the kitchen and I’ll join you in a few minutes. Do you want some more coffee?”

“Yeah, sure, that would be great.”

A few minutes later, she brought in a couple of cups of coffee, and she sat in a chair next to him while he was searching police reports of arrests, missing persons, and crimes of any kind that might yield the results they needed.

“Okay, nothing is showing up that might be a clue as to where they are.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek, then took him to the site of the JAG Headquarters.

There, he saw the organization and their resources to get things done. “So there are four main branches. The Enforcers, who police shifters, ensuring everyone abides by our rules. The Guardians, who protect our people, secrets, and real wild animals.”

“Right. Demetria was a Guardian before she joined Everett and became a USF special agent. Before the organization added wolf shifters, the rules said wild jaguars, but now it encompasses other wildlife in danger also.”

“Okay, that makes sense. Then the Avengers go after the hard-core criminals that they have no hope of rehabilitating.”

“Exactly,” Kira said. “Then there’s the JAG Special Forces unit that takes care of all kinds of missions like extractions from hostage situations. They’re known as the Golden Claw JAG Elite Force. They do a little of everything. That’s what Everett was.”

“Aww, okay. And the USF falls under that branch.”

“Yes, and Martin heads up the Golden Claws and the USF agents.”

Then Fisher saw the page for the USF and the special agents’ photos, phone numbers, emails, and addresses so they could keep in touch if they were working on missions or for socializing with one another.

“This is a really great site. Does it show the training facility?”

“Yes!” She opened the page that showed pictures for possible new hires in the various training exercises. “This is for any of the jaguar law enforcement agencies. Not just for the USF.”

“Rope course, rappelling, hand-to-hand combat, weapon training, water survival. This will be a piece of a cake.”

“Uh, turn to the next page.”

He did and saw that he would have to also outmaneuver jaguar and wolf shifters in several courses in their fur coats. “Oh, now this will be interesting.”

“Yeah, you can prepare yourself for all the rest, but when it comes to dealing with jaguars in their fur coats in their element—climbing, biting, clawing—they’re hard to beat. But they’re not allowed to bite and have to keep their claws sheathed. So that helps. If you’re after rogue jaguar shifters you need to take down, that’s another story. They’ll come after you with tooth and claw. They can crush a tortoiseshell with their teeth and swipe an opponent, knocking them out for the final kill. What they’ll do is show the force they can use, not on live subjects. But Martin decides what training you go through, so it might not be anything like this.”

“I’m ready for anything. I’ve never seen a jaguar in killing mode,” Fisher said.

“Same with me until I started working with them.”

“Okay, well, I’m ready to sign up for the training.”

“After you heal. Did you turn in your application?”

“Right after I told you I would. I filled it out online.”

“Good. You already had a few million references so you should be good there. And your military record puts you ahead of other candidates also.”

“That’s good to hear.” Then he returned to the search for missing kids. “Hey, this one is close to us in the same national park where we ran into the kidnappers. They’re forming search teams. Tammy Lee is the little lost girl, so it isn’t the kidnappers’ MO. She was walking the family sheepdog and maybe she just wandered off and we can find her.”

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