"Wen Spencer - Wolf Who Rules" - читать интересную книгу автора (Spencer Wen)

into businesses, due to their proximately to the enclaves. While the racial mix of the street was varied,
the next door neighbors were Chinese. The owners had watched nervously as Windwolf broke down the
photographer's door, but made no move to interfere. Judging by their remarks to each other in Mandarin,
neither did they know that Wolf could speak Mandarin in addition to English, nor were they surprised by
his presence тАУ they seemed to think the photographer was receiving his due.
Inside the house, Wolf was starting to understand why.
One long narrow room took up most of the first floor beyond the shattered door. Filth dulled the wood
floors and smudged the once white walls to an uneven gray. On the right wall, at odds with the grubby
state of the house, was video wallpaper showing recorded images of Wolf's domi, Tinker. The film loop
had been taken a month ago, showing a carefree Tinker laughing with the five female sekasha of Wolf's
household. The image had been carefully doctored and scaled so that it gave the illusion that one gazed
out a large window overlooking the private garden courtyard of Poppymeadow's enclave. Obviously
feeling safe from prying eyes, Tinker lounged in her nightgown, revealing all her natural sexuality.
Wolf had seen the still pictures of Tinker in a digital magazine but hadn't realized that there was more.
Judging by the stacks of cardboard boxes, there was much more. He flicked open the nearest box and
found DVDs titled: Princess Gone Wild, Uncensored.
"Where is he?" Wolf growled to his First, Wraith Arrow.
Wraith tilted his head slightly upward to indicate upstairs. "There's more."
At the top of the creaking wooden stairs, there was a large room stark of furniture. A camouflage screen
covered the lone window, projecting a blank brick wall to the outside world. A camera on a tripod
peered through a slit in the screen, trained down at the enclaves. This room's video wallpaper replayed
images captured this morning, a somber Tinker sitting alone under the peach trees, dappled sunlight
moving over her.
Wolf moved the camera and device's artificial intelligence shrank Tinker's image into one corner and
went to live images as the zoom lens played over Poppymeadow's enclave where Wolf's household was
living. Not only did the balcony provide a clear view over the high stone demesne wall, but into the

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windows of all the buildings, from the main hall to the coach house. One of Poppymeadow's staff was
changing linen in a guest wing bedroom; the camera automatically recognized the humanoid form and
adjusted the focus until she filled the wall. The window was open, and microphone picked up her
humming.
"I haven't done anything illegal," a man was saying in the next room in English. "I know my rights! I'm
protected by the treaty."
Wolf stalked into the last room. His sekasha had broken down the door to get in. The only piece of
furniture was an unmade bed that reeked of old sweat and spent sex. His sekasha had a small rat of a
man pinned against the far wall.
On the wall, images of Wolf's domi moved through their bedroom at Poppymeadow's, languishingly
stripping out of her clothes. "You want to do it?" She asked huskily. Wolf could remember the day, had
replayed it in his mind again and again as his last memory of her when he thought he had lost her.
"Come on, we have time."
She dropped the last piece of clothing on the floor, and the camera zoomed in tighter to play down over
her body. Wolf snarled out the command for the winds and slammed its power into the wall. The wall
boomed, the house shuddering at the impact, and the wallpaper went black. Tinker's voice, however,
continued with a soft moan of delight.
"Hey! Hey!" the man cried in English. "Do you have any idea how expensive that is? You can't just
smash in here and break my stuff. I have rights."
"You had rights. They've been revoked." Wolf returned to the balcony and knocked the camera from its