Gunnolf sobered instantly. He leaned close to Dimitri's ear. "Die already, you monster, so I can get out of here." He released him and stepped away from the dangling body.
Zev shoved him away from Dimitri. "You have no right to put your hands on him. The man is suffering. Isn't that enough for you? If you weren't one of my pack, I would think you've gone rogue and enjoy the suffering of others."
"He's Sange rau, a monster beyond compare." Gunnolf spit on the ground to show his contempt. "He would kill every man, woman and child we have and never look back."
"He is not vampire as the others were," Zev argued.
His tone had gone thoughtful. Dimitri's gaze jumped up, and he found Zev was now looking at the ground. His rugged features were expressionless, but his piercing eyes saw far too much. Dimitri's heart gave a jolt in his chest as Zev glided forward, a fluid, easy move that was nearly impossible for Gunnolf to follow, but so very easy for Dimitri.
There, on the ground beneath his swaying body, mostly buried in the thick mat of grass and the ferns and flowers, were a few telling beads of silver glittering, drawing the eye. The sole of Zev's boot slipped over the silver, mashing it further into the ground. When he moved his boot, stepping forward, grass sprang up as if he'd never taken a step. The silver beads were completely hidden from view.
Zev raised his gaze to Dimitri's. "You had better get out of here, Gunnolf. You've challenged me one too many times and my patience has grown thin. The next time, you had better come prepared to defeat me in battle."
Gunnolf snarled, baring his teeth, but he turned abruptly and strode away. Zev sighed, shaking his head. "That one and I will tangle in the near future, and it will be a fight to the death."
"He will not fight fair," Dimitri predicted. "In fact, I doubt he will come at you face-to-face. He will try to kill you when your back is turned and there is no one to see his treachery."
"I am truly sorry," Zev said. "I sent word to the council to try to get this sentence retracted, but there has been no word. I cannot go against my people, but I would help in whatever way I can."
"You have been kind to bring me water," Dimitri said.
"No one has ever been able to remove silver from their system," Zev said, looking down at the ground beneath Dimitri.
Using the toe of his boot, Zev pushed aside the grass and ferns. No trace of silver remained. Frowning, he dug into the soil. "It's gone."
Dimitri said nothing. He could feel the grass blades winding their way around his ankle and slipping over his calf to the point of entry where the hooks were embedded in his muscle. Those tiny beads of salve dropped onto his raw wounds. The grass seemed to massage the soothing gel into lesions and then began moving up toward the gashes on his thighs.
Skyler. His woman. His lifemate. Who would have ever thought she could have so much power packed into that little frame of hers? She had a core of pure steel. He had no doubt in his mind that she had made some pact with Mother Earth and this form of healing was her doing. Healing and hiding evidence.