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

tripod. The wallpaper showed a somersault of confusion as the camera flipped end over end. When it
struck pavement, it shattered into small unrecognizable pieces, and the wallpaper flickered back to the
previously recorded loop of Tinker sitting in the garden.
"Evacuate the area," Wolf ordered in low Elvish. "I'm razing these buildings."
Apparently the man understood Elvish, because he yelped out, "What? You can't do that! I've called the
police! You can't do this! This is Pittsburgh! I have rights!"
As if summoned by his words, a commotion downstairs announced the arrival of the Pittsburgh Police.
"Police, freeze." A male voice barked in English. "Put down the weapons."
Wolf felt the sekasha downstairs activate their shields, blooms of magic against his awareness. Bladebite
was saying something low and fast in High Elvish.
"Naekanain," Someone cried in badly accented ElvishтАФI do not understand тАУ while the first speaker
repeated in English, "Put down the weapons!"
Wolf cursed. Apparently the police officers didn't speak Elvish and his sekasha didn't speak English.
Wolf called the winds and wrapped them about him before going to the top of the stairs.
There were two dark blue uniformed policemen crouched in the front door, keeping pistols leveled at the
sekasha who had their ejae drawn. The officers looked human but with oni, appearances could be
deceiving. Both were tall enough to be oni warriors. The disguised warriors favored red hair while one
policeman was pale blonde and the other dark brown. The blonde motioned with his left hand, as if
trying to keep both his partner and the elves from acting.
""Naekanain," The blonde repeated, and then added. "Pavuyau Ruve. Czernowski, just chill. They're the
viceroy's personal guard."


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 - Chapter 1

"I know who the fuck they are, Bowman."
"If you know that," Wolf said, "Then you know that they have a right to go where I want them to go, and
do what I want them to do."
Bowman flicked a look up at him and then returned his focus on the sekasha. "Viceroy, have them put
down their weapons."
"They will only when you do," Wolf said. "If you have not forgotten, we are at war."
"But not with us," Bowman growled.
Czernowski scoffed, and it saddened Wolf that he was closer to the mark.
"The oni have been living in Pittsburgh as disguised humans for years," Wolf said. "Until we're sure
you're not oni, we must treat you as if you were. Lower your weapons."
Bowman considered the request for a minute, eyeing the sekasha as if he was considering how likely it
was that he and his partner could overwhelm Wolf's guard. Wolf wasn't sure if Bowman's hesitation was
born from over estimating his own abilities, or total ignorance of the sekasha's.
Finally, Bowman made a show of cautiously holstering his pistol. "Come on, Czernowski. Put it away."
The other policeman seemed familiar, although Wolf wasn't sure how; he rarely interacted with the
Pittsburgh Police. Wolf studied the two men. Unlike elves, where one could normally guess a person's
clan, humans needed badges and patches to tell themselves apart. The officers' dark blue uniforms had
shoulder patches and gold badges identifying them as Pittsburgh Police. Bowman's brass nameplate
read: B. Pedersen. Czernowski's nameplate was unhelpful, giving only a first initial of "N."
"I know you," Wolf said to Czernowski.
"I would hope so," The officer said. "You took the woman that was going to be my wife away from me.
You ripped her right out of her species. You might think you've won, but I'm getting her back."
Wolf recognized him thenтАФthis was Tinker's Nathan, who bristled at him when Wolf collected his domi
from the Faire. The uniform had thrown Wolf; he hadn't realized the man was a police officer. At the