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； and we were bound to each other by Jean…Claude's marks； and I carried a piece of his beast inside me。 I had to know。 I had to know if I could have with Richard what I had with Micah。
My hand moved through the power； and it was like shoving it into an electric socket。 The energy was so strong； it bit along my skin。 I was reaching for his shoulder； a nice neutral place to touch someone； when he rolled off the side of the throne and was suddenly standing beside it。 He'd moved so fast I couldn't follow with my eyes。 I'd seen the beginning of the movement and the end； but the middle I'd blinked and missed it。
〃No； Anita；〃 he said； 〃no； if we can't ever touch again； I don't want to feel your beast。 We may not be the same animal； but it will be more than anything we've ever had between us。 I couldn't bear it。〃
I let my hand fall to my side and stepped back far enough from the throne for him to regain his seat。 I wasn't apologizing again； but I wanted to。 I wanted to cry for both of us； or scream。 I know the universe has a sense of irony； and sometimes you get reminded just how sadistic that can be。
I would finally have to accept his furry half； because I'd have one of my own。 I could be Richard's nearly perfect lover； at long last； and we could never touch each other again。
24
RICHARD WAS SITTING on his throne again； and I was standing back far enough for him to feel safe。 Rafael； Micah； and Reece had all moved up beside me； a half…circle of kings at my back。 It should have made me feel secure。 It didn't。 I was tired； so terribly tired； so terribly sad。 Even with Micah at my back； I couldn't stop looking at Richard； couldn't stop wondering； what if。 Oh； I knew； I'd never have allowed him to make me a werewolf on purpose； but a small part of me wondered。 But I told that small part to shut up； and I got down to business。
〃I want Gregory back unharmed。 How do I do that； according to lukoi law？〃
Richard said； 〃Jacob。〃 That one word sounded as tired as I felt。
Jacob stepped forward； obviously pleased with himself。 〃Your leopard is here on our land； and we've done nothing to hide his scent trail。 If you can track him； you can take him home。〃
I raised my eyebrows at him。 〃I have to follow a scent trail like a dog？〃
〃If you were a true shapeshifter； you could do it；〃 Jacob said。
〃This isn't a fair test；〃 Rafael said。 〃She hasn't had her first change。 Most of our secondary powers don't appear until after our first full moon。〃
〃It doesn't have to be scenting；〃 Richard said； 〃but it must be something that only a shapeshifter could do。 Something that only a shifter powerful enough to truly be Nimir…Ra； or lupa； could do。〃 He was looking at me when he said it； and there was something in his eyes； something he was trying to tell me。
〃That doesn't sound very fair either；〃 Micah said。
Richard kept looking at me； willing me to understand him。 I didn't know why he didn't just drop his shields and let me see his mind。
Almost as if Richard had read my mind； he said； 〃No werewolf or wererat or wereleopard； no one can aid you in finding your leopard。 If anyone interferes in any way； then the test is invalid； and he'll die。〃
〃Even if that help is metaphysical？〃 I asked。
Richard nodded。 〃Even if。〃
I looked at him； studied his face； and frowned。 I finally shook my head。 I'd had a vision of where Gregory was； and under what circumstances； but it gave me no real clue。 All I really needed to do was ask someone where a hole was with bones at the bottom。 But I couldn't ask anyone there。 Then I had an idea。
〃Can I use my own metaphysical abilities to aid me？〃
Richard nodded。
I looked at Jacob； because I knew the objection would e from him； if anyone。 〃I don't think your necromancy is going to help you locate your leopard。〃
Actually； it might have。 If the bones Gregory was lying on were the largest burial sight in the area； then I might be able to track the bones and find him。 Or I might spend all night chasing after piles of buried animals or old Indian graves。 I had a faster way； maybe not better； but faster。
I sat down on the ground； Indian fashion； resting my hands lightly on my knees。
〃What are you doing？〃 Jacob asked。
〃I'm going to call the munin；〃 I said。
He laughed； a loud bray of sound。 〃Oh； this should be good。〃
I closed my eyes； and I opened that part of me that dealt with the dead。 I've heard Marianne and her friends describe it to be like opening a door； but it's so much a part of me that it's more like unclenching a hand； like opening something in my body that is as natural as reaching across the table for the salt。 That might sound like an awfully mundane description of something mystical； but the mystical stuff truly is a part of everyday life。 It's always there； we just choose to ignore it。
The munin are the spirits of the dead； put into a sort of racial memory bank that can be accessed by lukoi who have the ability to speak with them。 It's a rare ability； to my knowledge no one in Richard's pack could do it。 But I could。 The munin are just another type of dead； and I'm good with the dead。
In Tennessee； the munin of Verne and Marianne's pack had e quickly and eagerly so very close to being real ghosts； crowding around me； eager to speak。 I'd practiced until I could pick and choose who would join with me and be able to municate。 It was close enough to channeling or mediumship that Marianne had suggested I could probably do this with normal ghosts； if I wanted。 I didn't want to。 I didn't like sharing my body with another being； dead or alive。 Creeped me out； yes it did。
I waited to feel the press of the munin spreading around me； like a ghostly card deck that I could shuffle and pick the very card I wanted。 Nothing happened。 The munin did not e。 Or rather a gathering of munin did not e。 There was always one munin that came when I called； and sometimes when I didn't。
Raina was the only munin of Richard's pack that traveled with me always。 Even in Tennessee； surrounded by munin from a different clan line； Raina was still there。 Marianne said that Raina and I had a etheric bond； though she wasn't sure why。 I'd managed to call munin hundreds of years old； and Raina； the very recently dead； came with more than ease。 But Marcus； the previous Ulfric； remained elusive。 I'd thought with my newfound control I'd be able to call him； but not only was Marcus not there； no one was there。 The clearing was empty of spirits。 It shouldn't have been。 This was the spot where they consumed their dead； each pack member eating the flesh to take on the memories and courage； or faults； of the recently dead。 They could choose not to feed； but it was like the ultimate exmunication。 Raina had been a bad person； and I wondered sometimes what exactly you had to do to get exmunicated from the lukoi。 Raina had been so bad that I would have let her go； but she was powerful。 Maybe that's why she was still hanging around。
Though hanging around implied she was like the phantoms of Verne's pack； and she wasn't。 She was internal to me； as if she poured out from inside my body； rather than pouring into me from outside。 Marianne still couldn't explain why it worked that way for Raina