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I kept the Browning pointed at Raina in case she got any ideas about picking up the knife。
Marcus drove his claws into Richard's back。 Richard tucked his face and neck against the other man's body； protecting himself from the claws。 Marcus shuddered。 Richard broke away from him； bringing his bloody hand out of Marcus's chest。 He tore the still…beating heart out of his chest and flung it to the wolves。 They fell on the morsel with small yips and growling。
Richard collapsed to his knees beside Marcus's body。 Blood poured down his lower back where the knife had gone in。 I walked to him； the gun still pointed at Raina。 I knelt； still keeping a bead on her。 〃Richard； are you all right？〃 It was a stupid thing to ask； but what else was I supposed to say？
〃Put up the gun； Anita。 It's over。〃
〃She tried to kill you；〃 I said。
〃It's over。〃 He turned his face to me； and his eyes were already gone。 His voice fell towards a growl。 〃Put it away。〃
I stared up at Raina and knew if I didn't kill her now； I'd have to kill her later。 〃She'll see us dead； Richard。〃
Richard's hand was suddenly there； faster than I could see。 He hit my hand； and the gun went spinning。 My hand was numb。 I tried to back away； but he grabbed me； wrapping his clawed hands around my upper arms。 〃No more killing 。 。 。 tonight。〃 He threw back his head and howled。 His mouth was full of fangs。
I screamed。
〃Ride the power； Anita。 Ride it or run。〃 His hands convulsed around my arms。 I backpedaled； dug my heels in； and tried to get loose。 He collapsed on top of me； too hurt for the struggle； too far gone to fight the change。 His power roared over me； into me。 I couldn't see anything but the glow of power behind my eyes。 If I could have breathed； I'd have screamed again； but there was nothing but the force of his power； and it spread outward from him like a rock in water。 The waves touched the pack； and where it touched； fur flowed。 Richard shifted and took everyone with him。 Everyone。 I felt Raina struggle next to us。 I felt her fight it。 Heard her shriek； but in the end she fell to the ground and changed。
I held onto Richard's arms； and fur flowed under my hands like water。 Muscle formed and shifted； bones broke and reknit。 My lower body was trapped underneath him。 Clear liquid gushed from his body； pouring over me in a near scalding wave。 I screamed and struggled to get out from underneath him。 And the power rode me down； filled me up； until I thought my skin wouldn't hold； couldn't hold it。
Finally； he rose off me； not a wolf； but man…wolf； covered in fur the color of cinnamon and gold。 His genitalia hung large and full underneath him。 He stared at me with amber eyes and offered me a clawed hand as he rose on two slightly bent legs。
I ignored the hand and scooted backwards。 I got to my feet； a little unsteady； and stared。 The wolf form was actually taller than his human shape； about seven feet； muscled； and monstrous。 There was nothing left of Richard。 But I knew how good it had felt to let loose the beast。 I had felt it rise out of him like a second mind； soul； rising upward； outward； filling him； spilling out of his skin。
My body was still tingling with the brush of his beast。 I could feel the thick softness of his fur under my fingertips like a sensory memory that would haunt me。
Marcus's very human…looking body lay on the ground at Richard's feet。 The scent of fresh blood ran through him； ran through them all。 I felt it thrill through my body。 I stared down at the dead man and wanted to go down to my knees and feed。 I had a strong visual image of tearing flesh； warm viscera。 It was a memory。 It jerked me back a step。
I stared at the man…wolf。 I stared at Richard and shook my head。 〃I can't feed。 I won't。〃
He spoke； but it was twisted and guttural。 〃You're not invited。 We will feast； then hunt。 You can watch。 You can join the hunt； or you can go。〃
I backed away slowly。 〃I'm going。〃
The pack was creeping closer； gigantic wolves mostly； but here and there were man…wolves； watching me with alien eyes。 I couldn't see the Browning that Richard had knocked from my hand。 I drew the Firestar and started to back away。
〃No one will hurt you； Anita。 You are lupa。 Mate。〃
I stared into the cool eyes of the nearest wolf。 〃Right now； I'm just food； Richard。〃
〃You refused the power；〃 he said。
He was right。 In the end； I'd panicked and hadn't gotten the full dose。 〃Whatever。〃 I eased through the wolves； but they didn't move。 I walked out； brushing through fur like wading through a fur coat factory。 Every brush of breathing； living animal scared me。 Panic climbed at my throat； and I still had enough glow left to know that my fear excited them。 The more scared I got； the more I smelled like food。
I kept the gun ready； but I knew if they went for me； I was dead。 There were too many of them。 They watched me walk。 They stubbornly refused to move； forcing me to brush their furred bodies。 I realized they were using me for a sort of appetizer； my fear to spice their food； the brush of my human body to flavor their chase。
When I passed the last furred body； the sound of tearing flesh brought my head around。 I couldn't stop myself in time。 Richard's muzzle was raised skyward； slick with blood； throwing down a piece of meat that I tried not to recognize。
I ran。 The woods that I'd glided through with Richard's help suddenly became an obstacle course。 I ran； and tripped； and fell； and ran some more。 I finally got back to the parking lot。 I had driven because nobody but me was going home tonight。 They'd stay here and have a moonlight jamboree。
Edward and Harley had watched all of it from a nearby hill with night scopes。 I wondered what they thought of the show。
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Edward made me promise to go back to the Circus for one more night。 Marcus was dead； so there was no more money； but if someone else had taken the contract； they might not know that yet。 It would be a shame to get killed after all the effort we'd put in to save me。 I walked all the way down the damn stairs to the ironbound door before I realized I didn't have a key； and nobody was expecting me。
The clear liquid that had gushed out of Richard's body had dried to a sticky； viscous substance somewhere between blood and glue。 I needed a bath。 I needed clean clothes。 I needed to stop seeing Richard's mouth while he ate pieces of Marcus。 The harder I tried not to flash on it； the clearer the image got。
I banged on the door until my hands stung； then I kicked it。 No one came。 〃Shit！〃 I screamed at no one and everyone。 〃Shit！〃
The feel of his body on top of mine。 His bones and muscle sliding on top of me like a bag of snakes。 The warm rush of power； and that moment when I had wanted to drop to my knees and feed。 What if I had swallowed the power whole？ What if I hadn't backed off？ Would I have fed on Marcus？ Would I have done that and enjoyed it？
I screamed wordlessly； smacking my hands into the door； kicking it； beating on it。 I collapsed to my knees； stinging palms pressed against the wood。 I leaned my head against the door and cried。
〃Ma petite； what has happened？〃 Jean…Claude stood behind me on the stairs。 〃Richard is not dead。 I would feel