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  I shrugged. "I'm lupa of a werewolf pack, but I'm not a werewolf. There are no good books on werewolves, so the best I could do was research real wolves."

  "What else have you read?" he asked.

  "Of Wolves and Men, by Barry Holstun Lopez. A few other books, but those were the two best I've found."

  Jamil smiled, a quick baring of teeth. "You have just made my job a lot easier."

  I frowned up at him.

  "The formal greeting is like one friendly wolf greeting another. The point is to get the nose back here," he touched the hair behind my ear, gently.

  "Do you rub the cheek along the other person's cheek like a real wolf would do? I mean in human form, you don't have any glands on the cheek to help you scent mark another wolf."

  He looked down at me, solemn almost, nodding. "Yes, you do rub cheeks even in human form. Then you bury your nose in the hair behind the ear."

  "How big is Verne's pack?" I asked.

  "Fifty-two wolves," Jamil said.

  I raised eyebrows at him. "Please tell me that I don't have to rub faces with every single one of them."

  Jamil smiled, but it left his eyes serious. He was thinking something. I wanted to know what it was. "Not with all of them, just the alphas."

  "How many?"

  "Nine," he said.

  "Doable, I guess." I looked up into his thoughtful face and just asked, "What are you thinking so hard about, Jamil?"

  He blinked at me. "What -- "

  "Don't tell me it's nothing. You went all solemn and thoughtful about five minutes ago. What gives?"

  He stared down at me. The concentration in his dark eyes was almost touchable. "I'm impressed that you bothered to research natural wolves."

  "That's the third time you've used the term natural wolves. I've never heard it before."

  Jason rolled off the bed to his feet. "We are real wolves part of the time. We're just not natural."

  I looked to Jamil, and he nodded.

  "So calling you guys real wolves is an insult?"

  "Yes," Jamil said.

  "Anything else to watch for?" I asked.

  Jamil looked at Jason. They exchanged a look that made me feel excluded. Like there was some unpleasant surprise coming and no one was telling me.

  "What?" I said.

  "Let's just do the greeting," Jamil said.

  "What are you guys hiding from me?"

  Jason laughed. "Just tell her."

  A low growl trickled from Jamil's human throat. The sound alone raised the hair on my arms. "I am Sköll, and you have no name among the lukoi. Your voice is only the wind outside our cave."

  Jason took a few steps closer. "The trees themselves bow before the wind," he said. It sounded way too formal for Jason.

  "Good," Jamil said, "you do know some lukoi phrases."

  "We were afraid to touch each other," Jason said, "not to talk to each other."

  Zane pushed away from the wall, moving between them, standing close to me. "The moon is rising. Time is passing."

  I frowned at all of them. "I feel like you're speaking in code and I don't know how to crack it."

  "Apparently, we have some phrases in common," Jamil said, "between the lukoi and the pard."

  "Great, the wolves and the leopards share some common ground. Now what?"

  "Greet me," Jamil said.

  "Uh-uh," I said, "I'm lupa. You're just the Sköll, the muscle. I outrank you, so you offer me your face and throat first."

  "She is your lupa, and our Nimir-ra, which is an equivalent rank to your Ulfric, she has the right to ask," Zane said.

  Jamil growled at him.

  Zane moved behind me, as if using me for a shield. It would have worked better if he hadn't been nearly ten inches taller than me.

  "She refuses you," Jamil said. "You stand alone before me."

  "No way," I said. "Zane is mine. You aren't going to use him for some macho dominant crap."

  Jamil shook his head. "He moved into you, but you didn't touch him."

  I frowned up at him. "So?"

  Jamil sighed. "All your reading has told you nothing about us."

  "Then explain it to me," I said.

  Jason said, "When Zane moved in close to you, he was asking for your protection, but you didn't touch him. That's seen as a rejection of his petition for protection."

  Cherry was still sitting very still on the bed, hands clasped in her lap. "It's one of the rules that works the same for the wolves and for us."

  I glanced behind me at them. "How do the two of you know all this?"

  "With Raina and Marcus in charge, we all got to do a lot of petitioning for protection," Jason said.

  "Gabriel spent a lot of time with Raina," Cherry said. "We, the wereleopards, got to spend a lot of time with the wolves."

  "So when Zane moved up close, what was I supposed to do?"

  "Do you want to protect him against me?" Jamil said.

  I stared up at that tall, muscular body. Even if he hadn't been a lycanthrope, he'd have scared me in a fair fight. Of course, nature had made sure there would be no fair fight. Jamil outweighed me by a hundred pounds or more. His reach was twice mine. His upper body strength ... well, enough said. There was no such thing as a fair fight between the two of us. That was why I felt perfectly comfortable using weapons.

  "Yeah," I said, "I want to protect Zane against you. If that's what it takes."

  "Then touch him," Jamil said.

  I frowned again. "Can you be a little more specific?"

  "The touch is what's important," Jamil said, "not where or how."

  Zane was standing at my back. I moved backwards until my back touched his body. Our bodies made a nice solid line. "Enough?" I asked.

  Jamil shook his head. "For God's sake, just touch him." He motioned to Jason. "Ask for my protection."

  Jason came to his side with a smile. He stood very close but was careful not to touch. Jamil put an arm across his shoulders, obviously protective, almost a hug. "There, that's it."

  "Does it have to be just like that, or can I touch him anywhere that's noticeable?"

  Jamil made a small sound between an umph and a growl. "You are making this too complicated."

  "No," I said, "you are. Just answer the question."

  "No, it doesn't have to be just like this, but it's best if you get in the habit of making the offer look normal to people."

  "Why?" I asked.

  "What if Zane were running from me in public? He sees you through the crowd, comes up to you. All you have to do is pretend to hug him, or even kiss him. I know you've given him your protection and none of the humans around us know anything is wrong."

  I wasn't sure how I felt about not being included with the other humans, but I let it go. I drew Zane out from behind me with a hand around his waist. I'd have been more comfortable if he'd been wearing a shirt, but hey, that was my hang-up, not his. I made it my left arm, leaving my right free. I also moved back enough so that my gun wasn't pressed up against his body. Having my arm around Zane's waist, standing a little apart, made the gun under my arm very obvious. There were a lot of different ways to make threats. "Happy?" I asked.

  Jamil nodded once very curtly.

  Jason stepped away from him, closer to Zane and me.

  "Jamil's just mad that Zane told you he had to do a submissive greeting."

  "And you've reminded her," Jamil said.

  "Ooh," Jason said, "I'm so scared."

  A roil of power prickled through the room. I watched Jamil's brown eyes bleed to a rich yellow. He stared at Jason with wolf eyes. "You will be."

  Cherry slid off the bed, kneeling behind me. She reached a hand up to me, and I took it. She licked a quick tongue across my hand, a greeting that only the leopards used, then one slender hand went to my leg, holding onto my pants like a small, shy child. She seemed to think something bad was about to happen.

  I half expected Jason to come to me like the wereleopards had, but he didn't. He moved far
ther into the room, away from Jamil, but he didn't ask for help.

  "What's the big deal?" I asked. "Jamil just offers me his cheek first, right?"

  "Oh, no," Jason said, "much more fun than that."

  That made me frown because I knew what Jason's idea of fun was. "Maybe I asked for something I don't understand."

  "But you did ask," Jamil said, "and as our lupa it is your right."

  I was beginning to suspect I'd made a faux pas. That I'd asked something of Jamil he didn't want to give and I probably wouldn't like receiving. "If you hadn't been such an asshole when we first got here, Jamil, I'd probably let this go."

  "But ... " he said.

  "But I don't back down, not to you."

  "Not to anyone," Jason said softly.

  That, too.

  "If I refuse, it's challenge between us," Jamil said.

  "Fine, but remember, you've had your last free pass for the weekend, Jamil."

  He nodded. "I see the gun."

  "Then we understand each other," I said.

  "We understand each other," he said. Jamil closed the distance between us, eyes still an eerie shade of yellow.

  "Don't get cute, Jamil."

  He gave a quick baring of teeth. "I am doing what you asked, Anita."

  Zane moved behind me, hands on my shoulders, but giving me more room to move. Cherry huddled against my legs. Neither of them moved away. I took that as a good sign. I hoped I was right.

  Jamil touched my face very lightly with the tips of his fingers. "If we were in public, it would be this." He bent downward and it looked like he was going to kiss me.

  He did. A soft brush of lips, fingers still holding my face. He drew back from me. When he opened his eyes, they were still that rich, golden yellow. It was a startling color against the darkness of his skin.

  I had just stood there throughout, too startled to know what to do. Neither the leopards nor Jason called foul, so Jamil was doing what I'd forced him to do. Probably. If it had been Jason, I'd suspected some sort of ploy to steal a kiss, but Jamil didn't play those kinds of games.

  He stayed with his hands still cradling my face. "But tonight won't be in public. Between ourselves when no one watches..." He didn't finish the sentence. He just leaned over me again.

  His tongue ran across my lower lip.

  I jerked back.

  He let his hands fall to his sides. "You read the wolf books, Anita, I am a submissive wolf begging a dominant's attention."

  "It's a variation of food begging by pups," I said. "In two adult wolves, it's a ritual of licking and biting gently at the mouth of the dominant wolf by the subordinate."

  Jamil nodded.

  "You've made your point," I said.

  "The greeting I am trying to teach you is like our version of a handshake. You both offer your faces at the same time. It's more like a kiss."

  "Show me," I said.

  He leaned into me again, but this time he didn't try to touch my mouth. He rubbed his cheek along mine, rubbing his face across my ear until his face was buried in the hair behind my ear. His movement had put my face against his hair. His hair was in cornrows, and the texture was rough and soft at the same time.

  Jamil spoke with his mouth still against my hair, "You have to bury your face in the hair and smell the skin."

  He burrowed his face into my hair until he had to be touching skin. I heard him breathing in air. His breath was almost hot against my skin.

  I tried to return the favor, but had to raise on tiptoe, one hand against his chest for balance. Zane slid away from me, and I used my other hand on his shoulder. The cornrows made it easier to put my face next to the skin of his scalp. The braids moved around my face like small thin ropes.

  I could smell his hair straightener, his cologne, and under all that was him. The moment his scent hit me, I felt a rush of power, and it wasn't his. I suddenly knew that Richard was sitting on a bed, holding his mother. I felt him look up as if he'd see me standing at the foot of the bed. But I was miles away, standing at the foot of a different bed. We drew in the rich warm smell of Jamil's skin, and Richard's power broke over me in a march of goose bumps.

  Jamil drew back from me, hands still on my shoulders. His nostrils flared while he drew in scent. "Richard -- I smell our Ulfric. How?"

  Zane pressed against my back, rubbing his face against my hair. Cherry had curled herself around my leg like a fetus. "She is your lupa. Bound to your Ulfric."

  Jamil stepped back from me, something very close to fear on his face. "She cannot be bound to Richard. She is not lukoi."

  I moved towards him, and Zane went to his knees behind me. Cherry let me go, hands sliding away reluctantly. They huddled together, holding each other.

  I spared them a glance and asked, "You guys all right?"

  Zane nodded. "I saw you call the power of the marks once before, but I've never been touching you when you called the Ulfric's power. It's a rush."

  Cherry just stared at me, eyes gone large in a pale face.

  "Don't I know it," Jason said. He was still across the room, hugging his naked chest, hands rubbing up and down his bare arms as if he were cold. He wasn't cold.

  I turned back to Jamil. "I am bound to Richard. It isn't the same kind of bonding that he'd have with another lycanthrope, but it is a bond."

  "You are Jean-Claude's human servant," Jamil said.

  I hated the term, but it was accurate, technically anyway. "Yes, I am, just as Richard is Jean-Claude's wolf to call."

  "He cannot call our Ulfric like a dog. Richard does not answer to the vampire's whims."

  "Me, either," I said. "Sometimes I think Jean-Claude may have bitten off more than he can drink with the two of us."

  The door to the cabin opened, no knock, no preliminaries. Asher stepped through with Nathaniel in his arms. He was bundled into Asher's suit jacket. What I could see of his legs were pale and bare.

  I ran forward. "What happened?"

  Asher laid Nathaniel on the bed on his back, trapping the jacket under his body. He was nude except for the jacket. Nathaniel tried to curl up onto his side into a ball, but Asher stopped him, trying to smooth his legs down, to make him lie still. "Lie still, Nathaniel."

  "It hurts!" His voice was strangled, twisted tight with pain.

  I knelt by the bed, touching his face. He looked at me, eyes so wide they flashed white. His mouth opened and a small moan escaped him. His hand clawed at the bedspread as if he needed to hold something, anything. I gave him my hand and his grip was so tight I had to remind him not to crush my hand.

  He muttered, "Sorry," then his spine bowed, body twisting. Normally, seeing Nathaniel completely nude would have embarrassed me. Now I was too scared to be embarrassed. There were bleeding cuts on his chest, but they looked shallow. Nothing seemed wrong enough for this kind of pain.

  Cherry disappeared into the bathroom. I didn't think you were that squeamish if you were a nurse.

  "Who did this?" I asked.

  "He is our message from the local vampires," Asher said.

  "What message?"

  Nathaniel twisted on the bed, his other hand grabbing at my arm. Two slow tears trailed down his cheeks. "They kept asking me why we'd come here." He threw his head back and forth, and I caught a glimpse of something on his neck. I got one hand free and moved all that long, auburn hair so I could see his neck. A vampire bite showed in the smooth flesh of his neck. The bite was clean, neat, but the skin was slightly darker than it should have been.

  "Did one of you do this?" I asked.

  "I took blood from the bend of his arm," Asher said. "That is Colin's doing."

  Nathaniel's body eased against the bed, the spasm or whatever passing. "I told them we were here to rescue Richard. I told them the truth, over and over." His hand convulsed around mine, eyes closing as if he were riding a wave of pain. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, his hand easing around mine. "They wouldn't believe me."

  Cherry came out of the bathroom.
She tried to push me gently but firmly out of the way, but Nathaniel clutched at my hand. Cherry settled for making me kneel by the head of the bed. He could still hold my hand, but I was out of the way. She began to explore the wounds on his chest. She was very submissive, almost untrustworthily so, but let someone be injured and it was like a different Cherry rose to the occasion. She became Nurse Cherry, as if the leather-slut-from-hell was her secret identity.

  "Do you have a first aid kit in this cabin?" she asked.

  "No," I said.

  "I've got one in my suitcase in the other cabin," Cherry said.

  "I'll get it," Jason offered. He started for the door.

  "Wait," I said. "Jamil, go with him. I don't want anyone else taken tonight."

  No one argued with me. It was a first. The two werewolves just went for the door. Damian had to move out of the way for them to leave. He shut the door behind them and leaned against it. His eyes had gone a drowning, solid green, like emerald fire. His pale skin was taking on that translucent, almost glowing quality that the vamps get when their humanity begins to fold away. Strong emotions will do that to the lesser vamps: fear, lust, anger.

  I looked at Asher. He was ... normal. He stood just back from the bed, that handsome, tragic, face blank and empty. It was so like the expression Jean-Claude used when he was hiding something.

  "I thought Colin was either supposed to attack us directly or leave us alone," I said. "No one said anything about this kind of shit."

  "It was ... unexpected," Asher said.

  "Well, explain it to me."

  Damian pushed away from the door, stalking into the room, every movement tight with anger. "They tortured him because they enjoyed it. They're vampires, but they fed off more than just blood."

  "What are you saying, Damian?"

  "They fed off his fear."

  I looked from his glowing face to Asher, then back to Damian. "You mean literally, don't you?"

  Damian nodded. "The one who brought me over was like that. She could feed off of fear as if it were blood. She'd go for days feeding off of terror, then suddenly she'd take blood. But she didn't just feed, she slaughtered. She'd come back to the chamber covered in blood, slick with it. Then she'd make me ... " His voice trailed off. He looked at me, his eyes were beginning to look like naked green flame, as if his power were eating the bones of his eye sockets. "I felt it when we met Colin. I smelled it. He's like her. He's a night hag, a mora."