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“What is it?” he asked. Zeke’s guards were infamous for being
the best fighters. And by great fighters she meant excellent killers. That’s
what they’d been trained to excel at, among other secret talents of which Arabella
couldn’t possibly begin to fathom. She was not a fighter. She was a tracker.
    Arabella wasn’t sure how to say it. “Um…there’s
no one here.”
    “Go inside and call line sixteen on the phone
at the desk. Not the wireless phone on the wall. Make sure you only use the one
on the desk and dial line sixteen,” he said.
    So far this wasn’t too strange. Once she heard
a story of a man who had to perform a dance, sing a song, then run five miles
before Zeke would see him.
    “And then what happens?” she asked
    The guard blinked. “What do you mean?”
    “I guess I’m wondering who I’m calling and why,”
she said slowly.
    “He’s underground and doesn’t know you’re here.
Call line sixteen from the black phone on the desk.” The guard spun back
around. End of conversation.
    “Okie dokie then.”
    Arabella found the phone and punched the button
for the correct extension. The phone rang, then rang some more. “Hm…” The line
reached the minute marker of ringing when Arabella heard it—the sound of
something mechanical engaging. The sound came from the middle of the floor
beneath one of the tables located in the center of the room. It sounded like an
elevator lift.
    Putting the phone down, Ara watched as a secret
door lifted up from the wood floor and a familiar man pulled himself out of a
trap door. Alpha Zeke Hunter stood brushing dust off of his shorts—mostly doing
a shitty job of it too, Ara noted.
    Zeke had blond shaggy hair swept back from his
face. The hairstyle made him look more like a surfer than an alpha with
questionable sanity. His eyes were blue as the ocean, body in fine physical
condition, but, his mind fluctuated between astute intelligence and pure cray-cray .
    “Arabella Ophelia Donahue, daughter of Robert
and Hilde Donahue, born in France though you never lived anywhere for long
until you came here in my pack. Your stay in my pack has been your longest
residence to date.”
    “That’s correct, sir.” She’d moved into Zeke’s
pack some fifteen years ago.
    “I know a man who knows a man who said you have
a special talent. Something unusual.” His smile transformed his handsome visage
into something spectacular. The smile combined with his compliment made her
blush.
    “I wouldn’t call it a talent. It’s just
something I can do.”
    His smile was that of a predator’s. “That’s why
it’s called talent, Oprah.”
    “Oprah?” Ara blinked slowly. “Did you just
called me Oprah?”
    “That is your middle name, is it not?”
Suddenly, his head jerked to the side and he looked as if he was listening to
something she couldn’t hear. His eyes glazed over like that of a zombie.
    “It is not,” she assured him. Did he even hear
her? Three full minutes passed before the alpha snapped out of whatever daze
held him. “Oprah.” He didn’t meet her gaze so she wasn’t even sure if he was
talking to her or himself.
    “My name is not Oprah,” she said.
    He looked down at the floor a moment before his
body glided down to it. Then he commenced in doing aggressive, military-style
pushups. Down and up he pushed himself at rapid pace. “Oprah.” His voice was
muffled from his breathing. And from talking to the floor.
    “Ophelia,” she corrected.
    He was on pushup twenty-two and hadn’t broken a
sweat yet. “Arabella Oprah Donahue, I require your assistance in a grave matter
of importance. It is very important to me.”
    Ara stifled the urge to jump up and down
screaming. A personal task from the president, what more of a career
opportunity could she ask for? “What’s the job?”
    Pushups lead to more pushups which lead to some
kind of handstand push-up that made Ara wince. He made the athletic move seem
easy.
    “Well?”
    “I need your help