She watched Labina closely who was sitting on the table in her hotel room reading a book. The foot tall doll could easily fit in her purse if she ever took it to work. Annella was still getting used to this spirit doll, but it was a relief for Annella since she didn't have to touch that dreaded book. Labina was looking for something, something that had gotten the both of them up in the middle of the night.

"What's gotten you up, Labina." Annella asked, rubbing her eyes before reaching for her glasses.

"Werewolf," a voice sounded from the mouth of the living doll.

Annella's familiar was in direct contact with the spirit world, the In-Between, being a spirit in a doll body that was gifted to her. A witch's familiar is usually a magical animal but since working as the traveling medic for the WWE and bringing a doll was a lot easier than an animal. Familiars are suppose to add to the witch's magic but…Annella was still getting use to have a doll that was created with Vodoun magic who had its own soul.

Suddenly there was a knock on her hotel door. No, it wasn't a knock, it was a pounding. Annella adjusted her pink pajama bottoms and the crooked white tank top before going to see who it was. Jon was there, actually Annella found Stephen there as well, but he had an unconscious man draped over his shoulder.

"Sorry, Sunshine, we're in a jam." Jon smiled at the woman in front of him.

"Put him on my bed. I'll go get my kit." She said stepping aside for them to enter.

"It's too late, he has been infected." Labina stated as Jon closed the door behind him.

"True but he could loose his hand." Annella replied, glancing at the doll.

Colby was pale, blood was clotting and coating both sides of his hand. Cleaning the injury was doable yet there was a slight chance Colby might need stitches. As the witch worked on Colby's wound, Jon and Stephen gave Annella a play by play of what happened.

"I had a premonition of a werewolf attacking someone down near the Burnside Bridge. Used my tracking magic and got to the scene of the creature attacking Colby." Jon said as he thumbed the hilt of his sword attached to his hip.

"He's infected now." Labina pointed out again. "He'll change soon enough and you'll need Gabriel to teach him."

"That doll of yours is getting on my last nerve." Stephen gave the freaky doll a once over as she went back to reading the Book of Shadows.

"I'm still getting used to her myself. Yarrow paste, it should heal up the wound quicker than any antiseptic." Annella rested Colby's hand in her lap so she wouldn't bloody the hotel sheets and get feed extra for her room.

All of ten minutes later, Colby's hand was bandaged and he was resting peacefully in Annella's bed. The witch stood up from the bed and pulled her gloves off. She proceeded to toss the soiled gloves away and then pushed Colby's hair from his face.

"Let him sleep here tonight." She said looking at Jon and Stephen. "You guys better contact PJ about this and Labina will contact the High Council. It's the least she can do."

The doll crossed her arms as she now sat on the nightstand next to the single bed in the room. Labina's black brown eyes were zoned in on the witch in the room. Ever since they were partnered together they worked great magic but they differed in personality. Annella was positive and Labina was negetive, not evil but being created by a Vodoun priest, dark and light were there intertwined. Circle of Life, Labina would say. Now she was going to astral travel to the Inner Sanctum of the High Council to tell the head council members about a rogue werewolf attack.

"Fine, but you know they hate interruptions." Labina sighed.

Soon silence. She had gone in spirit, leaving her doll body behind in the hotel room.

"How'd you get partnered with that thing?" Jon asked.

"Ambrosius, how did you get partnered with a Druid? You're half Unseelie and half Seelie, he's a very long lived Druid. Yet the council decided that the both of you should work together while you're in the WWE." Annella pointed out. "Hundreds of years you both lived, why not put the good with the bad. Course Labina didn't have a choice to be my familiar."

"We didn't either." Stephen stated.

"My point exactly."

Jon/Ambrosius shook his head with a sigh. "Come on, Man. We've got to find the South African werewolf. He'll know what to do with Colby."

The fey and Druid left, leaving the witch with the injured man in her bed and the body of a soulless doll. Colby, still out of it, lay almost motionless in the bed. There was only one thing to do, get coffee.

"I'm going to need it." Annella mumbled as she went for her jogging sneakers, wallet and jacket that were either under or on the nearby hotel dresser.

Colby realized something, his hand was burning. Secondly, he wasn't in his hotel room with Joe. Thirdly…

"I can't think." He placed his good hand to the side of his head where a throbbing pulsed.

Labina, having just returned to her body, watched the man. Even though she was smiling on the outside, inside the lost soul was thinking. An attack by a rogue, the book said, would result in a death, either from the attack or during the transformation during the next full moon. If he survived the attack, who was to say he would during the transformation?

"Where am I?" Colby asked, looking around.

"You're in my Mistress' hotel room."

"Who said that?" Colby sat bolt upright. He looked around the room, expecting to see someone there. "Who's there? Show yourself, damn it."

"I'm right here." He heard an exasperated sigh. "Look on the nightstand, genius."