gone.”
Amber felt questions explode into her mind. She’d had them before, but had been focused on her escape. For now she needed the answer to the most important one.
“What do you want?” she asked.
Dr. Eiph nodded, reaching into his back pocket and taking out what appeared to be a piece of parchment.
“We were hired to, among other things, deliver this message to you.” Eiph cleared his throat. ”Dear Ms. Trice, it may come to as a surprise to you, but there is a war brewing. It seems that, for reasons that I am currently unaware of, you are at the center. First, let me ask your forgiveness. I must remain anonymous for my own safety. I have sent Dr. Eiph and Mrs. Nyugen to deliver this message, because I needed to be sure of its arrival. Please forgive any unorthodox methods they may use to ensure that you receive it.
In this coming war, I want you to know that I am on neither side. Merely an interested third party. You may find that there comes a time when your interests do not align with either side. In that case, I am offering my services and help to you. Thank you for your time.”
Dr. Eiph rolled the parchment closed, burning it to cinders in his hand.
“Now then, I believe our business is concluded,” he said, taking off his hat with a bow. Just then, there was a crash from downstairs.
“Amber! Amber, are you here?!”
Eiph and Nguyen, eyed each other.
“Well then, dearie, it looks like we finished just in time. It’s a good thing I wore blue! Goodbye, now.”
There was stomping up the stairs, and Amber felt sure she heard a snarl and sniffing. As the door kicked open, she woke.
Vance had followed Amber’s scent to what appeared to be an abandoned home in the sub urbs just outside the city. The house looked like it had burned down.
The freshest scent of cherry pie leaving the café led here. Vance approached the front door, finding it open. Normally, he’d be more cautious but, as time went on, he imagined worse and worse scenarios for his brother. Poor, stupid Thomas, he though. Ever since they were kids, Thomas had always gotten over his head. In the end, saving Thomas had cost Vance nearly everything. When Thomas was kicked out of the pack, Vance had left with him, giving up a shot as leader and mating rites with the most fit she-wolves. But he was Vance’s brother, and as far as Vance was concerned, that was that.
Vance pushed open the door, entering the home. Char and mouse droppings lined the floor, and large burn marks lined the walls. Going up the stairs was Ambers strong, feminine scent. He thought he heard her voice, upstairs.
“Amber, Amber are you here?!” he shouted. Running up the stairs, he barely maintained his form, hovering on the precipice of full wolf-hood, just in case.
He burst into the upstairs room, Amber screaming in shock, her eyes red as if from a long rest. She blinked, looking around.
“Where did they go?” she said. Vance tore her binds off easily, throwing her over his shoulder.
“It’s alright now,” he whispered.
He noticed a small white card on the chair where she had been sitting. It read: An interested third party. Tie red sash around phone and dial 888-888-8888. He picked up the card. The back was blank.
Chapter Seven
As Vance dashed back to Big Momma’s house, Amber on his back sleeping, he thought. The old woman hadn’t told him everything, that was for sure. Originally he’d been okay with that, figuring his involvement with the entire business would be short. In return for help finding and rescuing his brother, she had given Vance a specified amount of time in which to keep Amber safe. Three days. Even following every lead and digging up some old world connections that would be faster than Vance could find Thomas. If she delivered that was. If.
There was something else, however. It was the card. What exactly was meant by “third party” . It implied there was a first and second party. It was also clear that Vance had been