text: "But I wanna go with Meg!"
  
  As he toweled himself dry, Simon gave his nephew a hard stare and had a totally inappropriate wish that for one more day, he could chuck the puppy in the cage instead of dealing with a wobbly boy who was more stranger than family and was acting annoyingly human.
  
  "You can't go with Meg today," he said firmly. He felt like he'd been saying the same words from the moment Sam woke up. "You're going to stay here with Elliot while I go to this meeting."
  
  "But who's gonna be Meg's adventure buddy if I'm not there?"
  
  "Someone else will have to be her adventure buddy." Preoccupied with the personal hygiene checklist he followed when he had to deal with humans, he didn't realize how badly he'd erred until Sam gave him a tear-filled, horrified look.
  
  "But I'm her adventure buddy. She said I was!" Sam wailed.
  
  Before Simon could reach for the boy, Sam stepped back from the bathroom doorway and darted out of Simon's bedroom.
  
  Wobbly legs. Stairs.
  
  Springing into the bedroom, Simon grabbed the jeans he'd laid out on the bed and ran into the hall. When he didn't see Sam on the stairs, he pulled on the jeans, then tried to zip and button while he rushed after the boy, expecting to find Sam hiding in the living room or in the kitchen, whining at Elliot about not being allowed to go with Meg.
  
  But when Simon got down the stairs, the front door was open, Sam's clothes were strewn all over the floor, the damn leash was gone, and there was evidence in the foot-deep fresh snow of a bounding puppy making his escape.
  
  Simon leaped out the door and snarled when his bare feet sank into snow. A few steps gave him a clear view of Meg's porch—and Sam standing on his hind legs, his forelegs shifted into furry arms that could reach the doorbell, and his front paws changed just enough to have fingers that could press the doorbell And press it and press it.
  
  "Shit. Fuck. Damn damn damn. " Swearwords were one of the best things humans had invented, Simon thought as he took the stairs in leaps. He was almost within reach when the door opened and Sam bolted inside, the red leash trailing after him.
  
  Meg stood in the doorway, trying to scrunch herself into the bathrobe that didn't cover her lower legs. At another time, he would have given those legs a better look—just to check the visible skin for scars. Now, with Sam all furry and talking back at him and Meg looking like a bunny who had been dodging a Hawk, only to run smack into a Wolf, he did what he figured was the polite human thing to do and kept his eyes on her face.
  
  Didn't stop him from grabbing her hand before she regained enough of her wits to shut the door in his face.
  
  "Meg."
  
  "Mr. Wolfgard, what...?"
  
  "Can you watch Sam for a while? I have a meeting this morning. I'll pick him up at lunchtime. But this morning, you can be adventure buddies."
  
  "But... I was getting in the shower," Meg protested weakly. She shivered. "I have to go to work."
  
  "Then the two of you can be adventure buddies at the office. Just don't get buried in the snow." A weak effort at humor, since that was a possibility.
  
  <That's why we have the safety line!>
  
  He was so startled to have Sam communicate with him in the terra indigene way after so long a silence, he squeezed Meg's hand hard enough to make her yip.
  
  "Mr. Wolfgard," Meg said, pulling her hand out of his. "You're not dressed."
  
  And neither was she. "Please, Meg. Just for the morning." He put some bite in the last words and looked past her to Sam.
  
  Sam wagged his tail, not the least bit sorry—or worried—about how he got what he wanted.
  
  When Meg didn't say anything, Simon nudged her back a couple of steps. "Get in the shower. It will warm you up."
  
  Closing her door, he hurried down the stairs and back to his apartment. Elliot stood in the entryway, staring at the clothes on the floor and the open door.
  
  "Blessed Thaisia, what is going on?"
  
  Damn, his feet were cold, and the jeans were wet. "Meg's taking Sam with her for the morning. Put his clothes in a carry sack. I'll leave them with Meg when I go back out for the meeting. And call Nathan. See if the streets around the office and our stores have been plowed. There's no point having Meg try to get to work if there aren't going to be deliveries."
  
  He headed upstairs, intending to take another hot shower and get fully dressed before he ventured outside.
  
  "Simon?" Elliot called, stopping him at the top of the stairs. "Since I won't be watching Sam, I'd like to attend that meeting. If that's acceptable to you."
  
  While there were specific individuals he wanted at this meeting, any leader of a gard or other group of terra indigene was allowed to sit in on the Business Association meetings. Today there were things to discuss about the past week in the Courtyard. There were also things they needed to consider about what happened in Jerzy, and Elliot should hear what was said about that.
  
  And maybe Elliot should be told some things about Meg.
  
  "All right. Check with Nathan first, then call Blair and tell him we'll be meeting in the Green social room."
  
  He didn't wait for Elliot's reply. He went into his bathroom, stripped off the wet jeans, and stood in the shower long enough to warm up. While he got dressed, he considered the new challenge of weaning Sam away from his adventure buddy.
  
  But first he would have to figure out a good reason why he would want to.
  
  It didn't look like they were going anywhere.
  
  Meg stared at the snowdrifts beyond the archway that led to the parking area and garages for the Green Complex. Paths had been cleared around the interior of the complex so that the residents could reach the laundry room, mail room, social room, and the apartments, but there was no way she was going to get her BOW out of the garage, let alone reach the road.
  
  "Come on, Sam. We'll take a quick walk and go back inside." She shifted her grip on the carry sack that contained a complete set of boy's clothing and turned back toward her apartment, pondering how she would get to work. Businesses did open after snowstorms. Deliveries would be made. The mailman would bring the mail sack and pick up the mail deposited in the blue post box that was tucked against the wall of the consulate. People went about their business in the winter, even if it took them a little longer than usual.
  
  As she and Sam walked toward the other end of the complex, she heard bells.
  
  Sam lifted his muzzle and howled.
  
  "Come on," Meg said, walking as quickly as she could.
  
  They reached the road in time to see the sleigh pulled by two brown horses. One horse had a black mane and tail; the other's mane and tail were pale gold.
  
  Tornado and Twister in their other equine forms.
  
  And there, in the front seat, were Winter and Air, still looking like young women instead of girls. They wore no coats, no hats, no gloves. Their gowns were layers of fluttery material that looked like it had been woven from clouds that ranged in color from white to a dark, stormy gray.
  
  "Are you playing today?" Winter asked once the sleigh stopped beside Meg.
  
  "Not playing so much as not working," Meg replied. "I can't get my BOW out of the garage, so I'm not sure I'll be able to reach the office."
  
  "Is reaching the office important?" Air asked.
  
  "It is if we want our mail today or any of the packages that are on the delivery trucks."
  
  Winter stared at the social room's second-story windows. Then she smiled. "We can get you to your office. It won't take long."
  
  Meg looked over her shoulder, then back at the Elemental. "Are you sure you won't be late for the meeting? I think Mr. Wolfgard and some of the others are already there."
  
  Winter gave her a smile that was chilling but, Meg was certain, was not meant to be malevolent.
  
  "I won't be late for the part of the meeting that is of interest to me and my sisters," Winter said.
  
  "Then, thank you. I appreciate the ride. And I've never ridden in a sleigh before." This one was longer than her BOW and had two bench seats.
  
  She picked up Sam, grunting at the unexpected weight. Could he have gotten that much bigger in a week's time? She put him on the floor of the backseat, then scrambled up to sit behind Air. As she got herself settled, she saw Jester standing in his apartment doorway, watching them.
  
  Winter lifted the reins. "Give the snow a spin, my lovely boys. Our Meg wants to get to work."
  
  As Tornado and Twister trotted along at a speed that made Meg's eyes water from the wind and stinging cold, the snow in front of them spun into funnels, leaving enough snowpack on the road to provide a good surface for the sleigh's runners. She had to admit, they moved on the snow far better than her BOW, and Winter delivered her to the back door of the office sooner than she expected.
  
  An area around the back of the Liaison's Office had been cleared, and there was a path to Howling Good Reads, A Little Bite, and Henry's yard. After thanking Winter and Air, Meg followed the path to the front of the building.
  
  She didn't recognize the man wielding the shovel, but since he wasn't wearing anything over his flannel shirt, she figured he wasn't human. She was sure of it when he glanced her way and stiffened the moment he saw Sam and the red harness and leash.
  
  For his part, Sam arroooo ed a greeting and leaped into the untouched snow.
  
  The Wolf watched the pup for a moment before walking over to Meg and tipping his head in what might have been a greeting.
  
  "I'm Nathan Wolfgard," he said, some growl under the words as he kept glancing at Sam. "Stayed above stairs last night."
  
  She looked at the second story of the building. "There are apartments upstairs?" She'd noticed the staircase behind the building and the second-story door, but what was above the office wasn't any of her business. "You live there?"
  
  He shook his head. "Stayed there. Blair wanted eyes on this part of the Courtyard."
  
  Why? Not a question she could ask him, but her skin was suddenly prickling so much she wanted to dig her fingernails into it through all the layers of clothing.
  
  "Got a path dug from street to door," Nathan said. "Not going to get vehicles in or out until our plow comes up from the Utility Complex, but the monkeys can reach the building if they've a mind to." He didn't look happy about that.
  
  "Thank you for clearing paths to the doors," Meg said. "Come on, Sam. Shake off the snow. It's time for me to go to work."
  
  Sam, now snow crusted and happily panting, gave himself a vigorous shake before following Meg back around the building. She got them both wiped down before she unlocked the front door and flipped the sign to OPEN. The snow along the wall of Henry's yard looked like a ramp, making her wonder if the snow was packed up the same way on the other side.
  
  Five Crows settled on the wall. They didn't caw at the Wolf . After watching Nathan through the window, she decided nobody taunted a Wolf who was holding a snow shovel—or one who could pack a mean snowball and fire it at black-feathered targets if the targets became annoying.
  
  She put fresh water in one of Sam's bowls, poured a little kibble in the other bowl, and made herself a cup of peppermint tea. Leaving Sam to gnaw on the last piece of stag stick, she took her tea and two editions of the Courtyard newsletter to the front counter. It was colder out there than in the sorting room, but she didn't have anything to sort yet and she wanted to keep an eye on the street.
  
  She saw Nathan head for the back of the building, the shovel over his shoulder. A minute later, she heard the floor creak above her head. Then the quiet, steady sound of voices. Not conversation. After a moment, she concluded that Nathan must be listening to the television or radio while he, too, kept watch out a window.
  
  Was there another reason Blair—and Simon?—wanted eyes on this part of the Courtyard, or was it simply a matter of having someone around if the stores didn't open today?
  
  Since it wasn't likely that she would get an answer from any of the Wolves, Meg opened the first newsletter to find out what had been going on in the Courtyard.
  
  "Got the Utilities gate dug out and closed," Blair said as he took a seat in the Green social room. "Got the plow out and starting on the business areas. Truck and bucket loader are following. We'll have to shift the snow to the mounding sites to clear some parking spaces in the lot and clear the area for the consulate and Liaison's Office. Nathan shoveled a path from street to office. He'll stay above stairs for a while, unless you want him elsewhere."
  
  "Have him stay there," Simon said. Sam shifting to a boy last night and the ruckus this morning had kept his mind occupied. Now he wondered if Blair was being so cautious because of some vague threat that might come from humans or because he wanted to show other residents in the Courtyard that the Wolves were looking after the Liaison properly. Or was Blair trying to avoid any incident that would start a fight between the Wolves and the Sanguinati?
  
  He didn't have to wonder for long. He just had to watch the Courtyard's enforcer when Vlad walked into the room and noticed Elliot.
  
  So. The vampires were serious about killing a Wolf.
  
  Jester and Henry walked in together. The Coyote looked a little too gleeful. The Grizzly just looked sleepy.
  
  Tess walked in with her hair coiling and completely green. As soon as she spotted Elliot, broad red streaks appeared along with threads of black.
  
  "There is a new danger to terra indigene and humans alike," Simon said. He waited until Tess took a seat before continuing. "So far, there have been no reports of strange killings in the eastern part of Thaisia, but there have been several odd deaths or queer attacks in the west. A pack of dogs attacked a pack of Wolves. The dogs were killed, but the Wolves then ran down several deer and savaged them without stopping to feed. In another village, a pack of human males attacked three females and two subordinate males with such violence, the police thought at first it was an animal attack. Three of the prey died during the attack. The other two died in the hospital. There have been more attacks—a double handful in all that occurred over several months. Since more of the attacks were human against human, there was no reason to think it was a sickness that was spreading from the humans to us."
  
  "Until the deaths at Jerzy," Henry said quietly. "Until leaders among the terra indigene gathered to talk, and began to see a pattern."
  
  Simon nodded. "Most of the attacks hardly touched us at all, except for the police sniffing around for some way to blame us. In a few cases, the sickness started in a village of humans that is enclosed by our territory, and no one can say how it reached one village when other villages on that same road were not touched. Sickness should have spread from village to village, leaving a trail, but that hasn't been true this time."
  
  Vlad sat back and crossed one leg over the other. "The leaders from the Courtyards that were affected are satisfied that this sickness begins with the humans?"
  
  "Yes. But the human leaders believe just as strongly that we're the cause."
  
  "Doesn't matter what they believe," Jester growled.
  
  "If the humans are spreading a new sickness to us, there is a way to fix the problem," Blair said, staring at Simon.
  
  "That's not the answer," Henry said, shifting in his chair. "Not yet. First we or the humans must find the root of this sickness. Then we decide what needs to be killed."
  
  "Agreed," Simon said. "Especially since there has been no sign of this sickness in the east." He sighed. "One thing ties each of these attacks to us: some Crows were killed near each of the villages a day or two before the attack took place. I'll talk to Jenni Crowgard. If Crows begin to die without reason, we need to take that as a warning that the sickness has reached Lakeside."
  
  He waited a moment. "Now. What's been happening here?"
  
  He wasn't sure if it was just timing or if Vlad had sent a signal, but as soon as he asked the question, the door opened and Winter walked into the room, followed by Erebus Sanguinati. After a moment of startled silence, two chairs were added to the circle.
  
  Elliot was sitting close enough to him that Simon could smell his sire's fear. Bad enough to have Erebus come to this meeting, but one of the Elementals? They rarely concerned themselves with anything but their connection to Namid. And when they did, the results were unpredictable—and usually devastating.
  
  "Meg had a prophecy while you were gone," Henry said, his abrupt words changing the direction of the discussion before it began.
  
  Elliot gave Simon a startled look. "Prophecy?"
  
  "Meg is a cassandra sangue," Simon replied.
  
  Winter had no reaction. Erebus simply nodded.
  
  "What do you know about blood prophets?" he asked Erebus.
  
  "Very little. Meg is the first of her kind I have ever seen, so I did not know the cassandra sangue and the humans who have the sweet blood were the same," Erebus replied.
  
  "What is the sweet blood?" Henry asked, his eyes narrowing in thought.
  
  "They have adult bodies, but they retain the sweetness of a child's heart," Erebus said.
  
  Simon thought about the old woman who had cut her face to see his future. A sweetness in her eyes, in her smile, despite her age. Not a feeb, like some of the adolescents had called her. No, there was nothing wrong with her mind. But perhaps that childlike innocence provided a veil against the terrible things the prophets sometimes saw in the visions.
  
  "Not prey," Henry said, looking at Simon. "We've recognized something different about some humans without realizing what it was."
  
  Simon nodded. "Meg."
  
  "The Sanguinati do not feed on the young," Erebus said. "And we do not feed on the sweet blood, because they are both wondrous and terrible. That forbidding was done long ago, and it is still passed down from one Sanguinati to another, even though we had forgotten the reason for it."
  
  "Why terrible?" Tess asked, leaning forward. Her hair was still colored, but it was relaxing into loose curls.
  
  Erebus shrugged. "Prophecies swim in that blood. I do not think I would like to see such things if I drank from a cassandra sangue."
  
  "Our Meg is going to stay, isn't she?" Winter asked, sliding a look at Elliot that chilled the air. "My sisters and I would be unhappy if someone made her leave."
  
  How did she know about the argument between Meg and Elliot? More to the point, what would she do with that knowledge?
  
  He didn't want to think about that, so he focused on Henry. "What prophecy?"
  
  Tess, Vlad, Jester, and Blair already knew about Sam somehow being connected to men coming into the Courtyard with weapons. That explained Nathan being assigned to keep watch at the Liaison's Office and why Blair had spent the night keeping watch on the open Utilities gate. The men Meg had seen had come in during a storm.
  
  "We have been vigilant," Henry said. "The pup has not been alone. Meg has not been alone. They have both grown stronger in the past few days."
  
  Despite the potential threat seen in the prophecy, Simon relaxed a little as each member of the Business Association gave him a report. He even laughed during Blair's account of Boone's dealings with the Liaison and her request for special meat. There had been no clashes with humans in general or the police in particular while he'd been gone, no clashes among the terra indigene except for the misstep Elliot had made that angered the Sanguinati. But that wouldn't happen again. He'd banish Elliot from the Lakeside Courtyard before he let the other Wolf — or anyone else—harm Meg in any way.
  
  And Meg. Making deliveries, making friends, making a life among them in such a short time.
  
  Meg. One of Namid's creations, both terrible and wondrous.
  
  That was something he was going to have to think about.
  
   Dear Ms. Know-It-All,
  
   The other night, I had a friend over for dinner and a walk on the wild side (if you know what I mean). Everything was going fine until the kissing and petting part. I got a little excited when he began to play push-away after I nipped him and, well, I ended up biting him on the thigh. It wasn't a big bite—didn't even need stitching—and despite what he claimed, it really wasn't all that close to his chew toy. Now he won't return my calls. What should I do?
  
   Signed,
  
   Puzzled
  
  ========
  
   Dear Puzzled,
  
   First, young terra indigene often get confused when food provides more than one kind of stimulation. But when you invite a human over for dinner, he expects to be served dinner, not be dinner. Second, even though humans claim to enjoy biting as foreplay, they only mean it when their partners don't have teeth of any significance. Third, no male, human or Other, feels easy when teeth get too close to the chew toy. So chalk this up to experience, and the next time you invite a human to take a walk on the wild side, stick to a jog in the park.
  
   Trying to breathe and swallow at the same time, Meg spit peppermint tea all over the counter.
  
   Ms. Know-It-All. The newsletter's dispenser of advice for interactions between humans and the terra indigene.
  
  Gods above and below.
  
  She wondered whether Lorne found the column humorous, or if knowing the Others thought this was sound advice for dealing with humans was the reason he preferred to keep a counter between himself and most of his customers at the Three Ps.
  
  She was still wiping the tea off her counter when she spotted Harry walking up the narrow path from the street. She opened the go-through and reached the door at the same time he did. Pushing it open until he could brace it with his shoulder, she grabbed the top package and hurried back to the counter.
  
  On second thought...
  
  Putting the package on the handcart, she waited for him.
  
  "Had a spill, Miz Meg?" Harry asked as he set the rest of the packages on the cart. There was an odd tone in his voice.
  
  "Enough of one that the counter is still wet," she replied, looking over her shoulder, then back at him. "You go ahead. I'll fill out my notes as soon as I finish wiping the counter. I've seen cars slipping and sliding out there this morning, and you don't want your truck to get hit."
  
  "That I don't. You keep warm now, you hear? And watch out for those spills."
  
  "I will. Drive safe. See you Moonsday."
  
  Harry waved at the Crows as he pushed open the door and headed for his truck. Meg finished wiping the counter, folded the newsletters, and put them in the paper-recycling bin in the back room.
  
  When she went into the bathroom to wash her hands, she looked in the little mirror over the sink. Then she stood there, stunned.
  
  Harry hadn't been commenting about the wet counter. He'd been staring at her face when he'd asked about a spill.
  
  She'd forgotten about the bruise. She'd been so rushed to get ready for work, with Simon and Sam showing up and disrupting her routine, she hadn't looked in a mirror that morning, not even when she dragged a comb through her hair.
  
  If Harry or one of the other deliverymen called the police and told them about the bruise...
  
  She had to tell someone. Had to tell Simon. Just in case.
  
  As she passed through the sorting room on her way to use the phone at the front counter, she glanced at Sam, who was still happily gnawing on his stag stick.
  
  Meg's stomach did a funny little flip. While she waited for someone to answer HGR's phone, she promised herself that, from now on, she would make sure the stag sticks Boone was leaving for Sam really were made from deer.
  
  Monty stood outside the Chestnut Street station, waiting for Kowalski to bring the patrol car around. Last night's storm provided a good excuse to make a courtesy call at the Courtyard without being too obvious that they were checking up on the Courtyard's leader—and hoping for some information about what happened in Jerzy.
  
  "I could use some coffee this morning," Monty said after he got in the car. "Do you think the Courtyard stores will be open?"
  
  "Hard to say," Kowalski replied, pulling into traffic. "The Others don't run their stores for profit. It's more of a hobby and experiment for them, and it's a way to get merchandise and services without going to human-run businesses."
  
  No, they wouldn't need to be concerned about profit. When you were the landlord and an entire city was your rental property, any other business run by a Courtyard was an accommodation.
  
  But when they reached the Courtyard, Monty saw the Others busily removing the snow from their parking lot, using a small bucket loader to scoop up the snow and dump it in the bed of a pickup truck. There were some lights on in A Little Bite and Howling Good Reads, but not enough to give an impression that the stores were open.
  
  "Let's check the Liaison's Office," Monty said.
  
  Meg Corbyn was open for business. Judging by the lights in the windows, so was the consulate. And this access to the Courtyard was already plowed.
  
  "Wait here."
  
  Entering the office, he walked up to the counter. The Wolf pup stood in the Private doorway, watching him.
  
  "Good morning," Monty said. "Is Ms. Corbyn around?"
  
  Since he didn't expect an answer, he stepped back, startled, when the pup suddenly shifted into a naked boy who shouted, "Meg! The police human is here!"
  
  "Who...?" Meg came into view and stared at the boy. "Ah... Sam? It's cold. You should put on some clothes."
  
  The boy looked down at himself. Then he looked at Meg and grinned. "Don't need clothes. I have fur!"
  
  And he did. He also had four legs and a tail when he darted past her and out of sight.
  
  Meg looked a little wobbly when she approached the counter.
  
  "A new development?" Monty asked, staring at the doorway. He'd seen one of them change from Wolf to child once before. Then, like now, seeing how fast they could shift made his heart race.
  
  "Very new," Meg said. "I haven't sorted out the rules yet. Or even figured out if there are rules."
  
  He looked at her face and felt a hard anger, but he kept his voice soft. "And that? Is that also a new development?"
  
  She sighed. "It was a misunderstanding. It won't happen again."
  
  "Are you sure?"
  
  Simon Wolfgard stepped into the Private doorway. " I'm sure."
  
  He didn't touch Meg, but he used his hips and shoulders to crowd her into stepping aside, ensuring he was the one standing directly in front of Monty.
  
  "Mr. Wolfgard," Monty said. "I was hoping to have a word with you if you have a minute."
  
  A long look. What did Wolfgard see? An enemy? A rival? Maybe an ally?
  
  Noises coming from the next room, like someone jumping and huffing with the effort.
  
  Meg started to turn to see what was going on, but Simon shook his head.
  
  "HGR isn't open yet," Simon said. "But Tess just made some coffee." He looked at Meg. "Yours is on the sorting table, along with a cup of hot chocolate and some muffins." He raised his voice. "The muffins and hot chocolate can only be eaten by a boy wearing clothes."
  
  A yip followed by the click of toenails on floor.
  
  "Is there some kind of rule for when Sam should be a boy and when he's a Wolf?" Meg asked.
  
  "A Wolf lifts his leg and yellows up snow. A boy has to use the toilet," Simon replied.
  
  "And that will work?"
  
  "Only if he needs to pee."
  
  Monty coughed loudly to cover up the chuckle.
  
  "Have your officer bring the car around to the back," Simon said. "We cleared a lot of the snow, but not having the car parked in front of Meg's office will make it easier for the delivery trucks. I'll wait for you at the back entrance to A Little Bite."
  
  "Ms. Corbyn." Monty tipped his head and left. When he pushed the door open and looked back, Simon Wolfgard was staring at him—and there was nothing friendly in those amber eyes.
  
  Hurrying to the patrol car, he instructed Kowalski to drive around back.
  
  Thinking of that stare, he wondered if there would be another "misunderstanding" that would end with Meg Corbyn carrying another bruise.
  
  As soon as Montgomery was out of sight, Simon turned on Meg. "Has that monkey been bothering you?"
  
  Bunny eyes, all startled by the unexpected.
  
  "No," Meg stammered.
  
  "He makes you nervous." He smelled that on her.
  
  "I—" She hesitated. "When I see the police, it's hard to remember that I can't be taken away, that they won't make me go back...."
  
  He snarled. Couldn't help himself. "They won't take you away. What else? He was angry. He has no right to be angry with you."
  
  Another hesitation. Then she lifted a hand toward the left side of her face. "Does this make you angry?"
  
  "Yes!"
  
  "It made him angry too."
  
  It took effort, but he took a step back. Montgomery was angry about the bruise? A reaction that matched his own. That was good. That was something he understood about the human.
  
  "Lieutenant Montgomery is waiting for you," Meg said.
  
  "You called the store. To talk to me."
  
  "To tell you the deliverymen have seen the bruise and some of them might call the police to report it."
  
  "Humans do that?"
  
  "Sometimes."
  
  And sometimes they didn't. That was the unspoken truth he saw in her gray eyes. He studied her face and the weird hair that had a line of black near the scalp.
  
  "Mr. Wolfgard?"
  
  A creak of the floor above him. <Nathan?>
  
  <Here.>
  
  <Keep watch.>
  
  "I'll be back for Sam at lunchtime," he told Meg.
  
  Then he left, passing Sam as he went to the back door. The boy's clothes weren't buttoned right, but he'd let Meg deal with that, since he and Sam would have something else to deal with once he got the pup back home.
  
  As he walked up to A Little Bite's back door, he noticed how Officer Kowalski had parked the patrol car so that it was pointed out, and the police wouldn't lose any time turning around when they wanted to leave.
  
  Montgomery watched him, a lot of things going unspoken behind those dark eyes. Seemed like a lot of things weren't being said today.
  
  He led them into the shop. Tess's hair was still green, but now there were brown streaks showing, which meant she was getting calmer. She gave them all coffee and a plate of pastries that, even warmed up, tasted a little stale. Not that any of them commented on that. You either ate what Tess offered or you didn't.
  
  He and Montgomery circled each other using polite words as they realized neither had much to tell the other. But listening to what was said under the spoken words, Simon understood that Montgomery had more interest in keeping the peace than he did. His only interest was in keeping his own kind safe by whatever means necessary.
  
  And as they talked and circled, he understood that his own kind now included Meg.
  
  Asia pulled her car into the delivery area in front of the Liaison's Office.
  
  "Thanks for giving me a ride," Darrell Adams said. He fiddled with the door handle but didn't open the door. Instead he glanced toward the wall lined with Crows.
  
  Freaking spies. She knew Darrell wanted to give her a kiss, knew he wanted to do a lot more. She'd had dinner with him a couple of times now. Didn't take much to prime his conversational pump, but despite working at the consulate, his well of information was pretty shallow. Okay, he was a human working for the terra indigene, so it figured they wouldn't tell him anything important . Still, he was a different way into the Courtyard. Problem was, if she was going to keep him interested and sufficiently agreeable to granting her a tiny little favor, she was going to have to give him sex. Not that she minded using sex as part of a job, but the men she'd slept with up until now had social clout. On the other hand, she needed to send her backers some fresh information soon.
  
  But those black-feathered freaks were watching, and giving someone a ride on a snowy day wasn't as interesting to report as giving someone sloppy tongue.
  
  "Guess I'd better go in," Darrell said.
  
  "Guess so," Asia agreed. "You take care." She didn't offer to give him a ride home. She wasn't about to let him into her apartment, and she didn't want an awkward scene if he invited her up to his. Besides, as soon as he went inside, she wanted to pop in to see Meg—and hopefully get another look at that Wolf pup.
  
  Before Darrell reached the consulate door and she shut off her car, a patrol car came out of the access way between the buildings, and she was right in its path. Her car wasn't unusual, but it was parked in the lot often enough that someone might notice it.
  
  So she gave the men in the car a brilliant smile and a cheery wave before she headed for the exit. And she didn't breathe easy until she was driving away and was certain the police had turned in the other direction.
  
  When Simon picked up Sam, his nephew was back to being furry. Blair had brought Meg's BOW to the office. Since she planned to shop in the Market Square during her midday break, he took the BOW and drove back to the Green Complex.
  
  Parking in a visitor's space, he carried Sam across the road, then let the pup lift a leg before they went inside.
  
  He closed the apartment door and locked it.
  
  Being locked in fear for two years made a difference in a lot of ways, but for both their sakes, he couldn't let it make a difference in the most important ways. Not when Elliot had called to tell him Lakeside's mayor was still whining about the police's inability to apprehend the dangerous thief who looked like Meg Corbyn. Not when someone had brought an unknown sickness to the western part of Thaisia. Not when it was so vital to their own well-being that he remain the leader of this Courtyard.
  
  Which meant nothing and no one could be allowed to challenge or undermine his leadership in any way.
  
  It was the cocky way Sam held his head, so sure he was going to get anything he wanted from now on, that snapped Simon's temper. He was on the pup in a heartbeat, pushing him to the floor before rolling him on his back. One hand pressed down on Sam's chest while he leaned over the youngster, his fangs growing, his eyes fixed on the vulnerable throat.
  
  <I am the leader, not you,> Simon snarled. <I give the orders, not you. I let you get away with disobeying me this morning, but not again. Not again, Sam. If you won't obey because you're living here, you'll have to live with Elliot in the Wolfgard Complex. If you still can't obey, you'll be sent to live with a pack beyond the Courtyard.>
  
  Sam shifted to boy. Simon pressed harder on the chest and brought his fangs closer to that vulnerable throat.
  
  "Why can't I stay with Meg?" Sam whined. "I wanna stay with Meg."
  
  "You are a Wolf. Meg is human. There are many things you need to learn that she can't teach you. And you don't get to choose. " Simon waited, but the boy offered no defiance. "You need to be with other Wolves again. You need to learn again."
  
  Tears filled Sam's eyes. "Meg?"
  
  "Meg will be the reward for good behavior." He was pretty sure that would put him in the wrong with Meg, but he wasn't going to worry about that. Meg, too, needed to learn. She hadn't seen an adult Wolf . He would have to change that.
  
  As soon as Simon released Sam, the boy shifted to pup and darted into his cage.
  
  That, too, was going to change.
  
  But as he heated up food for both of them, he wondered if he was trying to take away Sam's adventure buddy because he truly believed it was best for Sam and Meg, or if he was doing it because he felt excluded.