Werewolves of Chicago: Curragh (Werewolves of... Book 6) by Faleena Hopkins Page A

He turned to the psychiatrist. “You want some?”
    With the calmness of one who is here to help, she smiled. “I’ll stay, thank you. I have a book to read while I wait.”
    As the three detectives headed away, Kara’s phone rang. Seeing Mazzagatti’s name, she answered, “Morning.”
    “Monaghan. I got your message. What’s this I hear about—”
    “—I was jogging this morning and saw a bunch of Russians leaving a building. It didn’t look occupied, so I wondered what was up. I didn’t have my gun with me.” She rolled her eyes to the detectives walking beside her as if to say, that’s the last time I’ll forget my gun, right? They nodded with rueful half-smiles. To the captain, she continued, “But after they left, I went back, broke in through the front door. That’s when I found her.” She hoped he hadn’t talked to dispatch. She had no idea how to explain how the woman had gotten to her apartment.
    “Lanky is here with me. He says the woman was picked up at your apartment.”
    Kara stopped walking. Fucking Lanky. Of course he had to go and seek out something to crucify me with. How many times has he done that over the months, he and Lennox, trying to hurt me? Up until now I was clean.
    But that was before I met Curragh.
    “You guys go on without me.” The detectives nodded with bright florescent lights illuminating their faces before they disappeared through the cafeteria door. Stepping further away, Kara searched for some sort of believable explanation.
    “Sir, when I found her, I’m embarrassed to admit…I was stunned. I’m a woman, too.” She raked a hand through her long hair, wishing she didn’t have to play this card. “I stopped a stranger and asked if he could help me. Told him I was Chicago P.D. I just wanted to get her out of there so she didn’t have to look at that room anymore. She was tied up. Naked. Only had on a sweater. Who knows what they did with the rest of her clothes. As soon as I got her upstairs and put a blanket on her, I realized I hadn’t followed proper procedures. Honestly sir, my first instinct was to get her somewhere warm. I live just a few blocks away. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight.”
    There was silence on the other end of the line, then, “When she comes to I want to know if she knew who the men were, who did this to her. And where to find them.”
    “You got it.”
    “Oh, and Monaghan?”
    “Yes, Captain?” Kara’s heart was beating hard.
    “I want you to talk with that specialist, too. I’m assuming something like this happened to you. There’s no other excuse for your behavior.”
    She blinked, turned and stared at a wall. A lump formed in her throat. “I’ll talk to her, sir.”
    They hung up.
    There was no way she was talking to that shrink.

Chapter Twenty-Five
    X avier asked , “Why don’t I smell pancakes?” as Curragh walked in.
    Kneeling by Draik’s sleeping body, he answered in a low rumble, “Ran into some of Kruglov’s men.” He met his packmates dark eyes. “When is Howard getting here? I want Draik looked at. His lips are pale again.”
    “He said around six. What happened?”
    With his succinct style he left out none of the important details. His disgust showed in his tone and on his face. Xavier sat back on the floor, listening. When Curragh finished, Xavier shot up and walked away, calling with a violent motion of his arm for Curragh to follow.
    “Why didn’t you just call 911 yourself?” Xavier snarled under his breath when they were far enough away not to rouse Draik easily.
    Tensing up, Curragh demanded in matching volume, “What’s the problem?”
    “The problem? There are going to be cops all over that building now. Which means we can’t go and search it!”
    Curragh shoved his friend in the chest. “You think I’m stupid?”
    “Sometimes!” Xavier spat.
    “I was there. It wasn’t a normal hideout. It was abandoned. Nothing was there except dust, rats, and the female.”
    Xavier shook