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g？〃 I said。 I walked away without waiting for an answer。 The look on his face was enough。 He looked like I'd hit him between the eyes with a sledgehammer。
Great。 Now all I had to do was try the outfit out on Jean…Claude； and we could go。
36
The May woods were a warm； close darkness。 Richard and I stood outside the barn where Raina shot dirty pictures。 The pack meeting place was among the trees around the farmhouse。 There were so many cars that they were parked on every bit of spare ground； some so close to the woods that they touched the trees。
There may have been a full moon up there somewhere； but the clouds were so thick； the darkness so plete； that it was like standing inside a cave。 Except this cave had movement。 A small oozing wind trailed through the thick； night…darkened leaves。 It was like some invisible giant trailed fingertips through the trees； bending them； rattling the leaves； giving movement to the night that made my shoulders tight。 It was like the night itself was alive in a way that I'd never seen before。
Richard's hand was warm and slightly moist。 He'd dampened that creeping energy so that it wasn't unfortable to touch him。 I appreciated the effort。 His leather cloak whispered as he moved closer。 It was tied across his chest； covering only one shoulder。 The cloak； bined with the full sleeves of the brilliant blue shirt； made the whole outfit seem antique。
Richard pulled on my hand； bringing me against his body； into the circle of his arms； the brush of the leather cloak。 The clouds slid apart and suddenly we were bathed in a thick； silver glow。 Richard was staring outward。 He seemed to be listening to something that I couldn't hear。 His hands convulsed around my hands； an almost painful squeeze。 He stared down at me as if just remembering I was there。
He smiled。 〃Can you feel it？〃
〃What？〃
〃The night？〃
I started to answer； no； then stopped。 I looked around at the hurrying woods； the feeling of movement。 〃The woods seem more alive tonight。〃
His smile widened； a brief flash of teeth； almost a snarl。 〃Yes。〃
I tried to pull away； but his hands tightened。 〃You're doing it；〃 I said。 My heart was suddenly thudding in my throat。 I'd thought to be afraid of a lot of things tonight； but not of Richard。
〃We're supposed to share power。 That's what I'm doing。 But it has to be my power； Anita。 The pack won't be impressed with zombies。〃
I swallowed past my beating heart and forced myself to stand very still。 Made myself return the grip of his hands。 I hadn't thought what it would mean。 I wasn't going to be in charge。 Not my power but his。 I was going to be fuel for his fire； not the other way around。
〃It's Jean…Claude's mark；〃 I said。 〃That's what's doing it。〃
〃We hoped it would work this way；〃 Richard said。
And I knew that the we he was referring to didn't include me。 〃How does it work？〃
〃Like this。〃 That trembling energy broke over his skin like a rush of warmth。 It plunged through his hands into my hand。 It rode like a wave over my body； and everywhere it touched； the hair and skin of my body raised and shivered。
〃Are you all right？〃
〃Sure；〃 but my voice was a breathless whisper。
He took me at my word。 Some barrier went down； and Richard's energy crashed into me like a fist。 I remembered falling； and the feel of Richard's arms around my waist； catching me； then it was like I was elsewhere。 I was everywhere。 I was over there in the trees； staring at us with eyes that tried to turn and see me； but I wasn't there。 It was like the wind that opened inside me when I walked a cemetery； except it wasn't power that was spreading outward。 It was me。 I flashed through a dozen eyes； brushed bodies； some furred； some still skinned。 I hurried outward； outward； and touched Raina。 I knew it was her。 Her power lashed out like a shield； casting me away from her； but not before I felt her fear。
Richard called me back； though call implies a voice。 I slipped back inside myself in a rush of curling golden energy。 I could see the color behind my eyes； though there was actually nothing to see。 I opened my eyes； though I wasn't a hundred percent sure that they'd been closed。 That golden energy was still there； swirling inside； along my skin。 I curled my hands over Richard's shoulders and felt an answering energy in him。
I didn't have to ask what I had just experienced。 I knew。 It was what it meant； at least for someone as powerful as Richard； to be alpha。 He could fling his essence outward and touch his pack。 It was how he kept the werewolf from changing form two days ago。 It was how he could share blood。 Marcus couldn't do it； but Raina could。
Jean…Claude's power； even my own power； never felt so alive。 It was like I was drawing energy from the trees； the wind； like being plugged into a vast battery； as if there was enough magic to go on forever。 I had never felt anything like it。
〃Can you run？〃 Richard asked。
The question meant more than just the words； and I knew that。 〃Oh； yeah。〃
He smiled； and it was joyous。 He took my hand and flung us into the trees。 Even if he'd been human； I couldn't have kept up with Richard in a dead run。 Tonight； he didn't run so much as flowed into the woods。 It was like he had sonar telling him where every branch； every tree root； every fallen trunk would be。 It was like the trees moved away from him like water； or maybe moved into him like something else that I had no words for。 He pulled me with him。 Not just with his hand； but with his energy。 It was like he'd entered me and tied us together somehow。 It should have been intrusive and frightening； but it wasn't。
We spilled into the great clearing and Richard's power filled it； flowed over the lycanthropes like a fire springing from one dry branch to another。 It filled them and made them turn to him。 Only Marcus； Raina； Jamil； Sebastian； and Cassandra were untouched。 Only they kept him out by force of will。 He swept everyone else before him； and I knew that part of what let him do that was me。 Distant as a dream or a half…remembered nightmare； was Jean…Claude； down that twisting power that was almost buried under Richard's shining light。
I felt every movement。 It was like the world was suddenly crystalline； almost like the effect from an adrenaline rush； or shock； where everything seems carved and hard…edged and terribly； frightfully clear。 It was like being dipped in reality； as if anything else would forever be a dream。 It was almost painful。
Marcus sat in a chair that had been carved from rock so long ago the edges were rounded with weather and hands and bodies。 I knew that this clearing had been the meeting place for the lukoi for a very long time。
Marcus wore a brown satin…lapeled tux。 The shirt was of gold cloth； not gold lamé； but the real deal； as if they'd melted down jewelry and beaten him out a shirt。 Raina curled on the edge of the stone chair。 Her long auburn hair was done in an elaborate swirl of soft curls on top of her head； down along her face。 A gold chain cut across her forehead with a diamond the size of my thumb in it。 More diamonds burned like white fire at her throat。 She was absolutely naked except for a sprinkling of gold body glitter； don