Wolf Hunt by R.J. Blain

Author:R.J. Blain [Blain, R.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pen & Page Publishing
Published: 2018-08-27T22:00:00+00:00

An object at rest stayed at rest, and my body wanted nothing to do with getting out of the car. I’d stayed awake the entire drive, but while I was conscious, my arms and legs weren’t thrilled with the idea of getting up and moving.

I made it to the hotel suite before I collapsed on the nearest soft surface, which proved to be the couch. When someone tried to force me to move, I snarled a few threats of dismemberment.

They left me alone.

The vibration of an incoming call woke me, and I fumbled for my phone, rolled off the couch, and hit the floor hard. I swiped my finger across the screen, hoped I answered instead of hanging up, and mumbled, “Hello?”

“Can you pick me up?”

It took me several long moments to recognize the woman’s voice as belonging to Richard’s wife. I stifled a groan, lurching upright. The sitting room was dark, and there was no sign of Lane, Anthony, or Desmond. “Where are you?”

“The airport.”

“Which one?”

“Heathrow. Did I wake you? Sorry. Stupid time zone changes. Stupid planes.” The woman’s voice wavered, and I heard her swallow. “I hate planes.”

“Rough flight?” I cradled the phone with my shoulder so I could rub my eyes and force them to focus in the dark. The duffle bag with our things was near the front door, and the promising shape of keys was on the coffee table not far away.

“A little.”

“I can come get you. I don’t know how long it’ll be. Find an in-security lounge until I reach the airport.”

“Okay. Thanks. Uh, what do you look like?”

“I’ll text you a picture,” I promised. “Sit tight and stay in secured areas until I tell you to come out.”

Without waiting for an answer, I hung up. I pressed the palm of my hand over the keys to keep them from jingling and slid them off the table. Once safe and quiet in my pocket, I hunted for a room key, which I found on the computer desk.

I hesitated for a moment at the thought of leaving Lane and Anthony alone with Desmond but considering all was quiet after I had fallen asleep on the couch, I suspected they’d be safe for however long it took me to go to the airport and return. My wolf growled at me for leaving them behind, but I shook my head and refused his desire to bring at least Lane with us.

The SEAL needed sleep almost as much as I did, and the woman in the airport was my responsibility. After a few more annoyed growls, my wolf relented and stopped harassing me. I dug my wallet out of the duffle bag and pocketed it, then tip-toed my way to the door and slipped out of the room, easing it closed behind me. I winced when the lock clicked.

A quick stop at the front desk to get directions later, I was on my way, heading to the hotel’s parking garage in search of the black car on loan from the British government.

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