Existence Womb (69)

   
   "Existence Womb (69)"
   
   Buck could smell the lizard skin in the air.  Deported deep down in the Florida swamps, at some strange government-organized prison for weirdos and werewolves.  Kept trying to give him Haldol so that he couldn't change.  He knew their info on him was no good.  He wasn't a garden-variety werewolf, and they didn't know.  He played along, and knew that Doctor Luke sold out--not on everything.  He was still giving Buck a chance to be a hero and save Miriam from manipulated melodrama.
   And he wondered about her--though rarely used his telepathy, in case the gray/human government hybrids might be able to monitor his cerebral projections.  Regardless, he would find freedom.  And he would locate little, lost Miriam.  Let himself fall in love and still adore the Black Madonna with chaste integrity, at least.
   Buck had the power and potency of a wolf.  He was meant to be a lone one for over a millennium, but now a new force of nature was calling, and it was called life.  He had hid at the junkyard too long; plus, trusted Doctor Luke, once a physician spook himself.  Not again.  Not this year.