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interestingly, instead of being regretful, he sounded weirdly relieved.

Odd! But, she had no time to ponder it. "Bye!"

She got the car going with no troubleтАФshe'd heard the phrase "the engine purred like a kitten" before
but had no real experience with it until nowтАФand pulled out of the driveway. She waved to the man who
should have been her pool boy, who was looking as though he'd had a touch of sun, and dropped the
pedal.




6

Derik went to the nearest safe house, the one down the block from the aquarium. An adorable cub
answered the door, a boy about eight years old with big dark eyes and black hair.

"Hi," Derik said. "Are your folks home?"

"Sure. What's your name?"

"Derik."

"Okay. Come on in."

Derik followed the boy into a kitchen that smelled like cookie dough and found the lady of the house up
to her elbows in butterscotch chips. "Well, hi there," she said, her greeting a soft Midwestern twang. "My
name's Marjie Wolfton; this is my son, Terry. Do you need some help?"

"Just a private phone. I'mтАФuhтАФsort of on a mission toтАФumтАФnever mind." He just couldn't bring
himself to say "save the world." It was too bizarre.

Marjie, however, seemed to know all about it. Either that, or she was used to strange werewolves
showing up at her door. "Yes, of course. Terry, show Derik the den."

"Okay." The boy snatched a fistful of dough and disappeared down a hallway. Derik followed him into
the den, which had a hardwood floor, windows set into the ceiling, a computer, a phone, and a television.

"Are you from Massachusetts?" Terry asked.

"Uh-huh." He was going to have to call Anto-nia and figure out this mess. No way was that distracted
cutie Morgan Le Fay. No way. "How'd you know? Am I dropping my Rs?"

The boy ignored the question. "And you live with Michael Wyndham? The Pack leader?"

Derik looked at the boy, really looked. That was pure hero worship, if he wasn't mistaken. And since he
used to think of Michael's father in the exact same way, Derik completely understood where the kid was
coming from. Men who took a Pack .. . ran a Pack .. . they were just.. . different. Morethere. And they
could make you like them. It was a talent, the way some people could raise just one eyebrow. It was
hard to explain.