"Do you enjoy leading?" Alexia was genuinely curious.

"It'd work a mite better if I were a werewolf proper."

Lady Maccon was surprised. "Would you really be willing to try? It's such a grave risk for the gentler s.e.x."

"Aye. But yon husband of yers didna care for my wishes." Left unsaid was the fact that Conall's was the only opinion that mattered. Only an Alpha capable of Anubis Form could breed more werewolves. Alexia had never witnessed a metamorphosis, but she had read the scientific papers on the subject. Something about soul reclamation needing both forms at once.

"He thinks you would die in the attempt. And it would be at his hand. Well, at his teeth."

The woman sipped her own sherry and nodded. Suddenly she looked every bit of her forty years and then some.

"And I the last of his mortal line," said Sidheag Maccon.

"Oh." Alexia nodded. "I see. And he would have to give you the full bite. It is a heavy burden you ask of him, to end his last mortal holding. Is that why he left the pack?"

"You think I drove him out with my asking? You dinna ken the truth of it?"

"Obviously not."

"Then it isna my place to be telling you. You married the blighter; you should be asking him."

"You think I have not tried?"

"Cagey old cuss, my gramps, that's for pure certain. Tell me something, Lady Maccon, why did did you cleave to him? 'Cause he's seated right proper in an earldom? 'Cause he heads up BUR and they watchdog your kind? What could one such as you gain from such a union?" you cleave to him? 'Cause he's seated right proper in an earldom? 'Cause he heads up BUR and they watchdog your kind? What could one such as you gain from such a union?"

It was clear what the Lady of Kingair thought. She saw Alexia as nothing more than some kind of pariah who had married Lord Maccon out of either social or pecuniary avarice.

"You know," replied Lady Maccon, not playing into her trap, "I ask myself that question daily."

"It ain't natural, a blending like that."

Alexia looked over to ensure that the other ladies were out of earshot. Madame Lefoux and Ivy were engaged in complaining about long-distance travel in the mild manner of those who had thoroughly enjoyed the experience. Felicity stood on the far side of the room, looking out into the rainy night.

"Of course it is not natural. How could it be natural when neither of us are?" Lady Maccon sniffed.

"I canna make you out, curse-breaker," replied Sidheag.

"It is really very simple. I am just like you, only without a soul."

Lady Kingair leaned forward. Those familiar tawny eyes of hers were set in an equally familiar frown. "I was raised by the pack pack, child. 'Twas always intended I become Alpha female and lead them, whether he changed me or not. You merely married into the role."

"And in that you have the advantage over me. But then again, instead of adapting, I am simply retraining my my pack to accept my ways." pack to accept my ways."

A half-smile appeared on Sidheag's dour face. "I wager Major Channing is cracked over your presence."

Alexia laughed.

Just when Lady Maccon felt like she might be gaining ground with Lady Kingair, an enormous crash reverberated against the wall nearest the dining chamber.

The ladies all exchanged startled looks. Madame Lefoux and Lady Maccon immediately leaped to their feet and went swiftly back toward the supper room. Lady Kingair was but a few steps behind, and all three burst through to find Lord Maccon and the Kingair Beta, Dubh, grappling fiercely on top of the ma.s.sive table, rolling about among the remnants of what once had been a most excellent brandy and plate of sticky meringues. The other members of the pack, the Kingair clavigers in residence, and Tunstell had arranged themselves well out of the way and seemed to be viewing the fisticuffs in the manner of sportsmen at the races.

Tunstell was running a commentary. "Oh, nice uppercut from Lord Maccon there, and, oh, did Dubh kick kick? Bad form, terribly bad form."

Alexia paused, regarding the two large Scotsman rolling about among the sticky powder of crushed meringue.

"Lachlan, report!" barked Lady Kingair over the racket. "What's going on?"

The Gamma, who Alexia had thought of as rather sympathetic up until that point, shrugged. "It needs getting out right to the open, mistress. You know how we like to settle things."

The woman shook her head, gray-streaked plait flying back and forth. "We settle things by teeth and claw, na fist and flesh. This isna our way. This isna pack protocol!"

Lachlan shrugged again. "Having na teeth possible, this be the next best option. You canna stop it, mistress, challenge was issued. We all witnessed the wording of it."

The other pack members nodded gravely.

Dubh landed a good right punch to Lord Maccon's chin, sending him flying backward.

Lady Kingair stepped hastily to one side to avoid a silver platter as it skidded off the table toward her.

"Oh my goodness!" came Ivy's voice from the doorway. "I do believe they are actually skirmishing!"

Tunstell immediately sprang into action. "This is not a thing a lady should witness, Miss Hisselpenny," he exclaimed, rushing over and shepherding her out of the room.

"But..." came Ivy's voice.

Lady Maccon smiled proudly at the fact that the redhead hadn't considered her sensibilities. Madame Lefoux, noting that Felicity still stood watching with wide, interested eyes, gave Alexia a look and left the room, shutting the door behind her and sweeping Felicity in her wake.

Lord Maccon slammed into Dubh's stomach with his head, propelling the werewolf backward into the wall. The whole room shook at the impact.

Now, thought Alexia maliciously, Kingair will have to remodel. Kingair will have to remodel.

"At least take the disagreement outside!" yelled Lady Kingair.

There was blood everywhere, as well as spilled brandy, broken gla.s.s, and crushed meringues.

"For goodness' sake," said Lady Maccon, exasperated, "don't they realize that as humans, they could seriously injure one another if they carry on like this? They do not have the supernatural strength to take those kinds of blows, nor the supernatural healing to recover from them."

Both men rolled to the side and fell off the tabletop with a loud thud.

Good Lord, thought Lady Maccon, noting that a good deal of the blood seemed to be emerging from her husband's nose, I do hope Conall has brought a spare cravat. I do hope Conall has brought a spare cravat.

She was not particularly worried, for she had little doubt in her husband's pugilistic skills. He boxed regularly at Whites, and he was her her chosen mate. Of course, he would win the fight, but still, the disarray being generated was unacceptable. Things could not be allowed to continue much longer. Imagine, the poor Kingair staff, having to clean up such a mess. chosen mate. Of course, he would win the fight, but still, the disarray being generated was unacceptable. Things could not be allowed to continue much longer. Imagine, the poor Kingair staff, having to clean up such a mess.

With that thought, Lady Maccon whirled about and went purposefully to fetch her parasol.

She need not have bothered. By the time she returned, numbing darts loaded and parasol ready to fire, both men were slumped in opposite corners of the room. Dubh was clutching his head and coughing in sharp painful little gasps, and Lord Maccon was listing to one side, blood dribbling out of his nose and one eye nearly swollen shut.

"Well don't you two look a picture," Alexia said, resting her parasol against the wall and crouching down to examine Conall's face with gentle fingers. "Nothing a spot of vinegar won't put to rights." She turned to one of the clavigers. "Run and get me some cider vinegar, my good man." Lord Maccon looked at her over the top of his cravat, which he was now holding to his nose. Ah well, the cravat was ruined already.

"Didna ken you cared, wife," he grumbled, but leaned in against her gentle ministrations nevertheless.

So as not to seem too sympathetic, Alexia began vigorously brushing off the meringue crumbs covering his jacket.

At the same time, she looked over at the Kingair Beta and said, "Settle the issue to your mutual satisfaction, did you, gentlemen?"

Dubh gave her a deadpan expression that still managed to indicate a certain profound level of deep disgust in her very existence, let alone her question. Alexia only shook her head at such petulance.

The Kingair claviger returned bearing a flask of cider vinegar. Lady Maccon immediately began to copiously douse her husband about the face and neck with it.

"Ouch! Steady on, that stings!"

Dubh made to rise.

Lord Maccon instantly struggled to his feet. He would have to, Alexia surmised, to maintain dominance. Or it could be that he was trying to get away from her vinegar-riddled attentions.

"I know it stings," she said. "Not nice to have to heal the old-fashioned way, now, is it, my brave table warrior? Perhaps you will pause to consider next time before you commence fighting in a confined s.p.a.ce. I mean really, look at this room." She tutted. "You both should be thoroughly ashamed of yourselves."

"Nothing has been settled," Dubh said, returning hastily to his slumped position on the carpeted floor. He appeared to have gotten the worse end of things. One of his arms looked broken, and there was a nasty gash in his left cheek.

However, Lady Maccon's brisk application of vinegar seemed to have shattered everyone else's collective inertia, for they began bustling around the fallen Beta, splinting up his arm and tending to his wounds.

"You still abandoned us." Dubh sounded like a petulant child.

"You all know exactly exactly why I left," Lord Maccon growled. why I left," Lord Maccon growled.

"Uh," said Alexia timidly, raising a questioning hand, "I do not."

Everyone ignored her.

"You couldna control the pack," Dubh accused.

Everyone present in the room gasped. Except Alexia, who did not comprehend the gravity of the insult and was occupied trying to pick the last of the meringue off her husband's dinner jacket.

"That isna fair," said Lachlan, not moving from his stance. Unsure of his allegiance, the Gamma simply stayed away from both Conall and Dubh.

"You betrayed betrayed me. me." Lord Maccon did not yell, but the words carried and, even though he could not change to wolf form, there was wolf anger in them.

"And you pay us back in kind? The emptiness you left, was that fair?"

"There is naught fair about pack protocol. You and I both know that; there is simply protocol. And there was none to cover what you did. It was entirely unprecedented. So I was cursed with the dubious pleasure of having to make it up myself. Abandonment seemed to be the best solution, since I didna want to spend another night in your presence."

Alexia looked over at Lachlan. The Gamma had tears in his eyes.

"Besides"-Lord Maccon's voice softened-"Niall was a perfectly good Alpha alternative. He led you well, I hear. He married my progeny. You were tame enough for decades under his dominance."

Lady Kingair finally spoke. Her voice was oddly soft. "Niall was my mate, and I pure loved him. He was a brilliant tactician and a good soldier, but he wasna a true Alpha."

"Are you saying he wasna dominant enough? I heard naught of lack of discipline. Whenever I ran a recognizance on Kingair, you all seemed to be perfectly content." Conall's voice was soft.

"So you did check up on us, did you, old wolf?" Lady Kingair looked hurt at that rather than relieved.

"Of course I did. You were were once my pack." once my pack."

The Beta looked up from where he still lay on the floor. "You left us weak, Conall, and you knew it. Niall had na Anubis Form, and the pack couldna procreate. Clavigers abandoned us as a result, the local loners rebelled, and we didn't have an Alpha fighting for the integrity of the pack."

Lady Maccon glanced at her husband. His face was carved in stone, relentless. Or what little she could see behind the puffy eye and bloodstained cravat seemed that way.

"You betrayed me," he repeated, as though that settled the matter. Which, in Conall's world, it probably did. He valued few things more than loyalty.

Alexia decided to make her presence known. "What is the point of recriminations? Nothing can be done about it now, since none of you can change into any form at all, Anubis or otherwise. No new wolves can be made, no new Alpha found, no challenge battles fought. Why argue over what was when we are immersed in what isn't?"

Lord Maccon looked down at her. "So speaks my practical Alexia. Now do you understand why I married her?"

Lady Kingair said snidely, "A desperate, if ineffectual, attempt at control?"

"Oooh, she has claws. Are you positive you never bit her to change, husband? She has the temper of a werewolf." Alexia could be just as snide as the next person.

The Gamma stepped forward, looking at Lady Maccon. "Our apologies, my lady, and you a newly arrived guest among us. We must truly seem the barbarians you English take us for. 'Tis only that na Alpha these many moons is making us nervous."

"Oh, and here I thought your behavior sprang from the whole not-being-able-to-change-shape quandary," she quipped back sharply.

He grinned. "Well, that too."

"Werewolves without pack leaders tend to get into trouble?" Lady Maccon wondered.

No one said anything.

"I don't suppose you are going to tell us what trouble you got into overseas?" Alexia tried to look as though she wasn't avidly interested, taking her husband's arm casually.

Silence.

"Well, I think we have all had enough excitement for one evening. Since you have been human these many months, I a.s.sume you are keeping daylight hours?"

A nod from Lady Kingair.

"In that case"-Lady Maccon straightened her dress-"Conall and I shall bid you good night."

"We shall?" Lord Maccon looked dubious.

"Good night," said his wife firmly to the pack and clavigers. Grabbing her parasol in one hand and her husband's arm in the other, she practically dragged the earl from the room.

Lord Maccon lumbered obediently after her.

The room they left behind was filled with half-thoughtful, half-amused faces.

"What are you about, wife?" Conall asked as soon as they were upstairs and out of everyone's earshot.

His wife plastered herself up against him and kissed him fiercely.