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admiration.

"Uh... thank you."

"Maybe after your car is fixed, we could have dinner?"

"Of course! And it'll be my treat, for the free loaner." She smiled at him again. The way she smiled at her
students, her colleagues, love-struck mechanics. Dr. Gunn was brainy, high-strung, occasionally shrill,
and had no freakin' clue she was a stone knockout.

"Thanks," he sighed.Ehh. Worth a shot. "I'll call you when I get an idea how long it'll take."

"Thanks again."

He ended up giving her the nicest loaner he had, a silver 2004 Dodge Stratus. His boss would strangle
him like a rooster when he found out what he'd done.

Screw it.




4

"You have to save the world.'

Derik fought to keep his jaw from dropping. "Me?"

"Yes, brain-drain, you. In fact, could you get started on that right away?"

Moira clapped her hands. "A quest! Just what you needed, oh, it's perfect, perfect!"

"A quest? Do I look like a Hobbit to you?I have to save the world? From what?"

Antonia smirked. "From who, actually."

"From whom, actually," Moira corrected.

Antonia glared at her. Moira stared back, eyebrows arched, and after a moment the taller woman
dropped her gaze. Antonia was one of those rare human/werewolf hybrids, but nobody liked her much.
Born of a human father and a were mother, she couldn't Change, though she had the preternatural
strength and speed common to their kind.

Being unable to Change had been a tremendous burden on her as a child ... the Pack expected much
from its hybrids. Her parents triedтАФand failedтАФto hide their despair. Hers had not been an easy
adolescence, as much from the tremendous pressure she put on herself, as anything ever said, or
intimated. "The only thing I have going for me," she often said with bitter insight, "are my looks. And
around here, gorgeous bims are a dime a dozen."

This was true. No one was sure if it was breeding or genetics or great good fortune or the omnivore diet,