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He looked down at Patrick Furnan witha contempt so heavy that I was surprised the wolf didn't crumple under its weight.
He turned to face the rest of the crowd. "The woman is right." Qui
"The pack will vote," Christine called. She met my eyes and I knew this was why she wanted me here."If the rest of you would step into the outer room?"
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"Come here," Qui
"You don't have to stick your jaw out like that," he said calmly. "I'm not going to hit you."
"I never thought you were," I said with a snap in my voice that I was proud of. I found that his round eyes were the very dark, rich, purple-brown of pansies. Wow, they were pretty! I smiled out of sheerpleasure . . . and a dollop of relief.
Unexpectedly, he smiled back. He had full lips, very even white teeth, and a sturdy column of a neck.
"How often do you have to shave?" I asked, fascinated with his smoothness.
He laughed from the belly.
"Are you scared of anything?" he asked.
"So many things," I said regretfully.
He considered that for a moment. "Do you have an extrasensitive sense of smell?"
"Nope."
"Do you know the blond one?"
"Never saw him before."
"Then how did you know?"
"Sookie is a telepath," Claude said. When he got the full weight of the big man's stare, he looked like he was sorry he'd interrupted. "My sister is her, ah, guardian," Claude concluded in a rush.
"Then you're doing a terrible job," Qui
"Don't you get onto Claudine," I said indignantly. "Claudine's saved my life a bunch."
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Claudine looked crushed.
"Hey," I said, "cut it out. I know you've got friends in there you're worried about, but don't take that out on Claudine. Or me," I added hastily, as his eyes fixed on mine.
"I have no friends in there. And I shave every morning," he said.
"Okay, then." I nodded, nonplussed.
"Or if I'm going out in the evening."
"Gotcha."
"To do something special."
What would Qui
The doors opened, interrupting one of the strangest conversations I'd ever had.
"You can come back in," said a young Were in three-inch-high fuck-me shoes. She was wearing a burgundy sheath, and when we followed her back into the big room, she gave her walk some extra sway. I wondered whom she was trying to entrance, Qui
"This is our judgment," said Christine to Qui
Alcide looked very grim, when I found his face in the crowd. This judgment seemed clearly biased in favor of his father's opponent. I hadn't realized that there were more Weres in the Furnan camp than the Herveaux camp, and I wondered when that shift had occurred. The balance had seemed more even at the funeral.
Since I had already interfered, I felt free to interfere some more. I began wandering among the pack members, listening to their brains. Though the twisted and turned brains of all Weres and shifters are difficult to decipher, I began to pick up a clue here and there. The Furnans, I learned, had followed their plan of leaking stories about Jackson Herveaux's gambling habits, talking up how unreliable that made Jackson as a leader.
I knew from Alcide that the stories about his father's gambling were true. Though I didn't admire the Furnans for playing this card, I didn't consider it stacking the deck, either.
The two competitors were still in wolf form. If I had understood correctly, they had been scheduled to fight anyway. I was standing by Amanda. "What's changed about the last test?" I asked. The redhead whispered that now the fight was no longer a regular match, with the contestant left standing after five minutes declared the wi
This was more than I'd bargained for, but I knew without asking that I couldn't leave.
The group gathered around a wire dome that reminded me irresistibly ofMad MaxBeyondThunderdome . You remember—"Two men enter, one man leaves." I guess this was the wolf equivalent. Qui
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Ah-oh.I frowned. The dark, purple-brown eyes were intent. The man meant business. I approached him reluctantly.
"Go read their minds again," he told me. He laid a huge hand on my shoulder. He turned me to face him, which brought me face-to-face—well, so to speak—with his dark brown nipples. Disconcerted, I looked up. "Listen, blondie, all you have to do isgo in there and do your thing," he said reassuringly.
He couldn't have had this idea while the wolves were outside the cage? What if he shut the door on me? I looked over my shoulder at Claudine, who was frantically shaking her head.
"Why do I need to? What purpose will it serve?" I asked, not being a total idiot.
"Is he go
"Do you guarantee my safety?"
He met my eyes. "Yes," he said without hesitation. He opened the door to the cage. Though he had to stoop, he came in behind me.
The two wolves approached me cautiously. Their smell was strong; like dog, but muskier and wilder. Nervously, I laid my hand on Patrick Furnan's head. I looked in his head as hard as I could, and I could discern nothing but rage at me for costing him his win in the endurance contest. There was a glowing coal of purpose about the coming battle, which he intended to win by sheer ruthlessness.
I sighed, shook my head,moved my hand away. To be fair, I put my hand on Jackson 's shoulders, which were so high I was startled all over. The wolf was literally vibrating, a faint shiver that made his fur quiver under my touch. His whole resolve was bent toward rending his rival limb from limb. But Jackson was afraid of the younger wolf.