On the Prowl

not as she had been for all the long years of separation. She had come when he called—come the second he called her, leaving her court, the press of duty and love and need and laughter there. She had come.
    As he would go to her if she called. That had always been true. But now he knew that she, too, would come to him.
    Yesterday he hadn’t known he needed that. Today he did.
    “Did you think,” she’d said, “I’d gone through all the grief of setting you free—and put you through it, too—only so I could force you back into shapes of body and mind no longer yours? You are still my hound, as I am your queen. But now you are your own, as well.”
    Today many things were clear to him. He’d been foolish. He could see that now—how foolish he’d been in thinking the queen hadn’t known from the moment she sent him here that by the time he could return, he would no longer need to.
    He went to Kai and slid an arm around her waist. “Are you…” “Okay” wasn’t the right word. What was? She’d be struggling—her life nearly lost, then saved, and now overturned. “Unbearably confused,” he finished, “or simply overwhelmed?”
    “Yes! Yes and yes.” She laughed, or choked—the sound held both. “I’m to leave? To leave Earth?”
    “Yes.” He pressed his face into her hair and breathed her in. “I’m sorry. Probably not forever, but the leaving is hard. At least we’ll have a little time to gather supplies first.”
    “We?”
    “Kai.” He smoothed her hair back from her face. “Of course. You and I and that great cat of yours will go together, since she couldn’t stand to be parted from you, either.”
    “I thought…you love the queen so much. You’ve missed her and your home so much. And she clearly loves you.”
    “I do, and she does, but I’ve loved many over the years, and in many different ways. She isn’t mine, Kai. Not as you are.” Words. He would have hated losing speech, but words didn’t come easily. How to put this feeling, this certainty, into something as limited as words?
    He looked at her beautiful face, so uncertain, and finally found the question in her heart. “Eh. You want to know…but of course I love you. I am yours as much as you are mine. That’s what I wasn’t saying, isn’t it?”
    She laughed and kissed him and hugged him hard. “Yes. Yes, it is. You are such a man.”
    That was the word for him, he realized, happy. He wasn’t fully human, nor truly hound. He was sidhe—wild sidhe—and he was a man.

    Kai and Nathan’s story will be continued
in Eileen Wilks’s next lupi book…
    Night Season

Buying Trouble
    KAREN CHANCE

C HAPTER 1
    I saw him across the crowded room. He was standing behind a couple of werewolves and a large troll. One of the Weres was knocking snow off his boots while the other attempted to hand his overcoat to the troll, who was serving as greeter. Since in troll terms that involved stomping on potential troublemakers before they got in the door, then throwing them out on their asses, he wasn’t getting very far. The Weres finally figured that out and walked away grumbling.
    The other new arrival kept his floor-length cloak on. Of course, he probably had more than one reason for that. The hood was up, so I couldn’t see his face, but from underneath the cape spilled a faint nimbus of gold. There aren’t too many creatures who cast light shadows, and of those, only one would have any reason to be visiting Brooklyn’s seediest occult auction house.
    He wasn’t here to shop. He was here for me.
    I whirled and started for the door to the employees-only area, but a large body in a too-small tux blocked my way. “Claire.”
    “Matt.” I tried to move around him, but he managed to entirely fill the doorway. If he ever stopped those compulsive gym visits, he’d have to start edging in sideways.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” The soprano voice out of the gorilla-size chest was always a surprise.
    “To the bathroom. My contacts are killing me.”
    Matt fished my glasses off the top of my head and settled them on my nose. “Suffering builds character.”
    “I have enough character, thanks.” I glanced back over my shoulder. “Matt, please! I need to—”
    “Start earning your paycheck, I agree.” His small brown eyes flickered here and there nervously as if he knew trouble was about to break out, but wasn’t sure of the direction. Considering what was up for sale tonight, he was probably right.