I woke to the sound of Arabic profanity.
"Don't shift back Hazel," Solomon hissed into my ear followed by another string of profanity.
Hot sharp pain ripped through my side as minuscule stitches strained against my flesh. My wrist throbbed slightly adding to the symphony of pain.
Breathing through my nose I coughed out whatever gunk that had settled at the back of my throat. Blinking my eyes open I took in the room and my surrounding situation.
The room was large. Even with the California size bed we were sitting on barley filled a fifth of the room. White walls and white furniture filled the room giving off a whole claustrophobic feeling.
Strong arms were wrapped around my body cocooning me in a soothing warmth. Looking up I meet eyes with a pair of brilliant blue. Breaking eye contact he snapped at someone over his shoulder just out of my vision range. "Get her some clothes."
Pulling me closer he whispered in my ear. "It's alright no one saw anything."
It took me a moment before I realized that he was shielding my body from anyone else in the room. He was preserving my modesty, a concept that I quickly had to shake after becoming a wolf.
"Hazel, are you in pain." He asked a wash of concern lighting his eyes.
Blinking I took inventory of my new collection of wounds.
This morning my wrist was all but healed, now it throbbed almost unbearably. The cut at my side had ripped open lighting my ribs on fire and letting a weak stream of crimson blood drip down my back and pool on the white bedspread.
Blood that could be a problem.
"Calm, White Wolf." He whispered stroking back my hair. "Have more faith in me."
I snorted back a retort.
Lowering his face he grinned mischievously gazing down at my face. "Be nice." He winked. "You may not notice but your at my mercy."
My wolf lifted her head and yawned. Licking my lips his eyes flicked down at them. I reached out a hand I stroked his cheek, then his jaw, then his neck. His eyes closed lazily a low rumble resonated from his throat.
"At whose mercy?" I drawled tightening my fingers around his throat.
His eyes snapped open a smile lighting his face. "I forget that you are nearly as strong as me." His arms tightened around me. "Imagine all the fun we can have now that you're indestructible."
"Quite a bit I imagine." I pulled away rolling off the bed to my feet. "Something you will never find out." There was a faint knock at the door before it opened.
Marko strolled in nonplussed at my nude appearance and place a stack of clothes in my arms. "Curse you Haz, that wound of yours was coming along nicely before you went and ripped your stitches." Pulling a gauze pad out of his pocket he tore it open and slapped it on the bleeding cut. My wolf growled warningly. "Oh, hush." He muttered tapping it down.
"Marko, please be gentle." Solomon called from the bed. Looking over I caught him reclined and licking his fingers clean of my blood.
"Faith huh?" I grinned sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes. "Go clean yourself up I have guests coming and I can't have them thinking that you're some sort of...appetizer."
"The bathroom is threw there." Pointing to a closed doorway behind me to the left he made sure to get a good eyeful of me walking over. "Who am I kidding no one will ever think of you as an appetizer."
I stopped and turned around. "To tough on the teeth." I growled.
Standing he stalked over. "Quite the opposite," Stopping about halfway across the distance he took a deep breath. "Your dessert."
With shaking hands I washed every fleck of blood from my body.
What was he thinking saying things like that! To me! The gall of it. The- slamming my hands down on the lip of the sink I growled at my reflection. Wolf eyes stared back at me.
Why is it never easy. I questioned my wolf.
If it was easy would it be worth it? She answered back cryptically. Turning on the faucet I ran my hands under the cool water contemplating the humor of my current situation.
I was hiding out at my ex-husbands while my Alpha the most clear headed person I knew was being controlled by a psychopathic women who may or may not have had something to do with the murder of twenty wolves. Rubbing off whatever grime caked my face I attempted to think out my next course of action.
I couldn't stay here for long. Death or worse is what would await me if I stayed. Pulling on the clothes that Marco had brought me I weighed the pros and cons of calling Charles and Anna.
Bran might have contacted them already and there could be no help from their side. But it could also be possible that because of Leah's involvement she might not have wanted them involved. Biting my lip I settled on it.
Buttoning up the silk shirt I walked out of the bathroom clad in white leather pants and a pale pink silk shirt. Marko's taste in clothing run threw the extreme.
Marko was gone but Solomon was back in his reclined position. "Beautiful as ever."
"Thank you." I nodded. "I need to borrow a phone."
He studies me for a second before reaching into his pocket and tossing me his cell phone.
"What the password?" I asked once the screen flickered to life.
"0124." He laughed.
Tapping in the password I paused the numbers sounded familiar. Shaking my head I keyed in Anna's number. The line rang for a moment then went straight to voicemail.
"This is Anna please leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
I waited patiently for the beep before starting my story. "Hey Anna! This is Hazel hope your doing well. I was calling because your father in law just tried and currently is trying to kill me. Thought you ought to know. Leah is here I think she is trying to control Bran with something a little stronger then her womanly wiles. I also think that she was involved with the Blue Fairy Fire. I have a suspect that leads back to the fires and he looks just like her. Maybe distant relative?" Sighing I caught my breath. " Perhaps you and Charles can come down and you can work your Omega voodoo on him. Set balance to the world. Any who, again I hope your doing well. I'll try to call you again."
Ending the call I checked the time.
My brow's crimped. "How long was I out?"
"An hour or two." In the time I was on the phone Solomon had gotten up and sat upright on the foot of the bed.
"That can't be right it's barely dusk." I studied his smug form. "You came for me in broad daylight." I muttered stunned.
"I think it was an alleyway." He mused sitting back resting on his elbows.
"Sunlight. You were in sunlight how is that possible?"
He smile faded. "The one of the reason's you left is because I couldn't watch the sun rise with you." His gaze pinned me to my spot. "I thought that if I could do that you would come back." Shaking his head he jumped to his feet. "But you vanished off the face of the planet. But that's alright it comes in handy." He laughed. "Killing your enemies in their slumber and all that jazz."
Stopping at my side he held out his arm. "Come I must show you off to my guests they will simply die with envy when they see you on my arm."
"They will also die if they try to take you from my arm." He added nonchalantly.
"My, there sounds like there will be a lot of death at this gathering." I spat.
"White wolf." He murmured in Arabic. "The best parties do."