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“So there are werewolves involved.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

He grumbled like he wanted to keep arguing. Then he said, “You couldn’t have worked in a little free publicity for the show?”

“Good-bye, Ozzie.” I hung up.

The phone blinked at me that there was a message waiting. Someone had called while I was talking to Ozzie. I checked.

It was Mom. “Hi, Kitty, this is Mom. We just saw you on the news, and I wanted to make sure everything is okay. Do you need a lawyer? We have a friend who’s a lawyer, so please call—”

Again, I hung up.

Yet again, full moon night. My thirty-seventh. How many more would there be? For the rest of my life, full moon nights were planned and predetermined. How much longer could I keep this up? Some nights, the light of it, the wind in the trees, the rush of my blood made me shout with joy, a howl lurking at the back of my throat.

Some nights, I thought surely this time my body would burst and break, my skin split apart and not be able to come back together again.

I waited outside the house until the pack spilled out the back door and into the scrub-filled backyard, and the trees and hills beyond. Like a hiking club going for a midnight stroll. Some of them started Changing as soon as their feet hit the dirt. They trotted, then ran to the trees, melting into their other forms. Where people had gone, wolves circled back, urging their friends to hurry.

I stayed at the corner of the house, hugging myself, hearing their call. T.J., naked, silvery in the moonlight, looked back, saw me, and smiled. I didn’t smile back, but I pulled myself from the wall and moved forward, toward him. Like my Wolf was dragging me by her leash.

Someone grabbed me from behind.

Meg squeezed my arm and came close, speaking into my ear.

“You’ve gotten too big for your skin. You’re arrogant. And you’re in danger of splitting this pack apart. I won’t let that happen. You think you’re pretty hot right now, but I’ll remind you where your place really is.” Her hand pinched my arm. A growl was starting in my chest. I swallowed it back.

She didn’t want to be the one to start the fight. She was alpha, and she wasn’t going to stoop. She could chastise, dominate, threaten, but she wouldn’t start the knock-down, drag-out stuff. I had to be stupid enough to challenge her. She talked like she thought I’d be stupid enough to challenge her. Like she wanted me to, so she’d have a chance to take me down.

I looked away, wondering how I could get away from her. Wolf was ready to fight to get away. Once, Meg’s fingers digging into me would have had me cowering.

“I’m not trying to split up the pack. I just—I just need space.” Like I was some kind of rebellious teenager.

“I know what you want. I know how this works, a young thing like you moving up in the world. And if you think you can have Carl, if you think you can have the pack, you have to talk to me about it. I’m still tougher than you.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to fight you. I won’t.”

And I held it together. I didn’t move. I kept still. Just let me run. I’d leave her alone if she’d let me. Almost unconsciously, I leaned away, toward the pack, the wolves, my family, where I could Change and be anonymous.

Her hands were shifting, claws growing. She didn’t loosen her grip, so the claws broke my skin, blood trickling down my arm. I looked at her, but still I didn’t move. Our gazes met again. I held my breath so I wouldn’t growl.

A few of the others, wolves now, watched us, ears pricked forward, aware that something was happening. They trotted over, free-flowing animals burst loose from their prisons for this one night. We had an audience.

I caught the scent of my own blood. Wolf kicked and writhed; the smell made her crazy. But if I didn’t react, Meg would leave me alone.

She let go of my arm. Halfway through my not-very-well-suppressed sigh, she slapped me across the face—openhanded, claws extended. My cheek lit with pain, so much pain I couldn’t feel the individual cuts. Three, I thought, based on how she’d been holding her hand. A quick swipe. Probably felt worse than it was. Blood gathered in a rivulet trickling down my jaw.

I didn’t fight. But I also didn’t cower.

Finally, she turned away.

My body was fire. My skin was burning away, my breath coming in quiet sobs.

The wolves surrounded us. The whole pack had joined us. Wolves nudged us, bumping our hips with their shoulders. Pale, cream, slate, silver, and black fur moved in a sea around us. My vision went white and helpless.

I let Wolf rip out of me with a howl.

Like shaking off dead fur, shedding out last year’s coat, she convulses, then runs free.


Tags: Carrie Vaughn Kitty Norville Fantasy