Jupiter Fleet 1: Werewolves Don't Purr by JS Rowan Read Free Book Online

putting a reprimand on his record,” said the Superior.
    Visions flooded to him from all the werewolves that stood around him—part sympathy, part dread on Thor’s behalf. Thor realized that they expected he would be tortured when he returned from his task. His ears and tail drooped.
    “So you were sent on a task. That explains why you are wandering around. Well, go to it, then. If I ever saw a servant that needed a vigorous round of electro-training therapy, it is you.”
    Thor moved away quickly, his heart racing. The other werewolves started walking again, too. He entered a dead-end hallway and stood in an alcove out of view of all passersby. Breathing deeply, he wondered if he had made an escape, or if doom was stalking him even now.
    After a while, Thor regained his composure and started to walk down the hallway again.
    “Who are you?” a voice thundered in his head.
    “What?” Thor looked around but saw no one nearby, either wolf or Superior. But oops! He saw the lens of a camera over a doorway.
    “It is a very simple question, sir. Who are you?” repeated the demanding voice.
    Thor tried to think of the designation that the Superior had said to him before he died. He couldn’t remember it, but was about to try to fake it when the voice spoke again.
    “I would like to suggest that, if someone asks you that question, you do not transmit an image of you killing your makers. That would be unwise, and would likely result in your immediate death.”
    Thor’s thoughts were racing. How could he avoid broadcasting images? Who was this guy?
    “Who I am is not important. What I want to know is, can you open that door in front of you?”
    Thor tried the door that he stood near. He felt the same shocked feeling of image-overload as in the lab, and he jumped back.
    “That is most unfortunate,” said the voice.
    “Thor, what is going on?” said Leona.
    Thor’s head was spinning with confusion. He spun around, his eyes searching for Leona, with fear and dread that she was wandering around the corridors in search of him.
    “Relax, my dear, I’m still in the lab. I’ve figured out the communications system to communicate with my—”
    “Servants, yes, I have heard the term,” thought Thor, an edge to his tone.
    “Apparently, their telepathy is line of sight,” said Leona, “so they have a broadcast system to communicate directly with servants as required. As a result of the line of sight requirement, it’s a major insult for them to look at each other without getting permission first.”
    “Good to know. How much damage have I done?” thought Thor.
    “Well, Mixaucnnhet is supposed to punish you with electro-training therapy—but I could just give you a spanking instead,” said Leona in a flirtatious thought-voice.
    “Who are you communicating with?” said that accented voice.
    Thor felt the rising panic again and thought of Leona.
    “A human able to operate their communication system? This is much better than I ever could have hoped for!”
    Thor found himself smiling from the shared telepathic happiness of the voice.
    “I can help you if you can ask your woman to open door three-three-four-four-five-six Nleox for me,” said the voice.
    Thor relayed the message to Leona.
    “Are you sure that you want to do this? Can you trust him?”
    “I got a good feeling from him in our telepathic connection. I think he’s on our side,” thought Thor.
    “OK, give me a minute to figure this out,” said Leona.
    Meanwhile, Thor related to the voice that he was going to get the door opened. After a few moments, the door swung open without a sound. There was a huge werewolf standing there.
    “Thank you for opening the door for me. It is my sad duty to tell you that you are under arrest and must be taken to electro-training therapy. Constables Bhatnagar and Saxena, go retrieve the humans that this one was supposed to find and bring them to Mixaucnnhet’s lab.”
    They then put an arrest shackle on Thor and a