If the Douglas-MacPhees weren't pleased with Decembrius, Kalix MacRinnalch was feeling a little more kindly towards him. He'd stood up to her mother. He hadn't seemed intimidated by Thrix either. Kalix had long felt the need of an ally against her family. She still didn't much like it that he was obviously attracted to her. She didn't feel much attraction towards him. Now that Gawain was dead, Kalix didn't feel like she'd ever be attracted to anyone again.

The young werewolf traveled north, sitting upstairs on a double-decker bus, doing her best to ignore a group of noisy schoolchildren who'd been screaming at each other from the moment they swarmed on board. She tried calling Decembrius, but he didn't answer, which irritated her. He hadn't answered his phone all day. She wondered if she might have gotten the arrangement wrong, though she was sure she hadn't.

The schoolchildren reminded Kalix of her upcoming exam, which brought on a larger jolt of anxiety than she was expecting. The thought of taking an exam was enough to make her palms sweat. She tried to put it to the back of her mind, but it was difficult. For some reason her life seemed to be revolving around the exam. Daniel and Moonglow kept talking about it. Vex wouldn't shut up about it. Even her mother knew about it. If Kalix failed, then Moonglow would treacherously tell her mother, and then the whole family would know. Probably the whole clan. Kalix could imagine them talking far and wide in the Scottish werewolf community about how the Thane's wayward daughter had once more shown herself to be a failure.

"I don't even want to do the exam," fumed Kalix, as the bus trundled north past Mornington Crescent. "I'm not going to do it. I'm not doing my assignment either. Why should I?"

As she thought this, she couldn't help but feel the bottle of laudanum in her pocket, which was very light. She was running out and needed more. Her only source of income was the allowance from her mother, which would be withdrawn if she left college.

"I can't pass the exam," thought Kalix, quite miserably. "It's just a huge humiliation waiting to happen. I can't even do the test."

According to Vex, the class had to take a small test to prepare them for the exam. Moonglow said this was a good idea, but to Kalix, it just meant more worry. The thought of tests and exams was extremely stressful for her and had been causing her almost continual anxiety. Acting on Decembrius's advice that she pretend to be normal-though perhaps not in a way Decembrius would have anticipated-she'd given herself a permanent reminder. On her own in her room, Kalix had cut a small letter "N" into her upper arm. Sitting in the bus, she brushed her hand against the wound. It hurt, but the memory of what she'd done reassured her a little.

Kalix got off of the bus in Camden. As she walked through the streets, heading for Decembrius's small apartment, she unexpectedly caught his scent, coming on the light breeze from the west. Scents were difficult to pick up in the polluted city, but his was quite clear. Decembrius wasn't far away. She turned left down Gloucester Avenue to investigate, and she immediately caught the scent of other werewolves she recognized. The Douglas-MacPhees. Kalix came to an abrupt halt. What were they doing here, close to Decembrius? Decembrius had sworn he had nothing more to do with them. She glanced up at the sky. Though winter was coming to an end, the nights were still long, and there was only half an hour or so till dusk. Kalix didn't mind meeting the Douglas-MacPhees again. She owed them something. But she'd rather be in her werewolf shape when she paid them back. Anxiety now forgotten, Kalix advanced slowly through the side streets, following the now-mingled scents of Decembrius and the Douglas-MacPhees.

CHAPTER 114.

Though Captain Easterly's apartment block wasn't quite as opulent as some in the neighborhood, it did offer its residents valet and maid services, personal shopping, and an in-house florist. Easterly didn't use their cleaning services, not trusting strangers in his apartment, though he had used the florist to send flowers to Thrix. As for Albermarle, he used the personal shopping service to bring him pizza and Chinese food. As Easterly rang his bell, Albermarle opened the door in an oversized T-shirt with food stains on the front. He looked at Easterly suspiciously. "Well?"

"The code worked. I can listen to Thrix's calls."

Albermarle nodded and let his cousin in.

"Good work," said Easterly. He almost added "If only you'd stick to intelligence gathering and stop trying to be a hunter" but refrained. They'd had that argument many times, and Albermarle wasn't going to change his mind now.

Though Easterly was accustomed to his cousin's habits, he couldn't help noticing the clutter everywhere. He moved a model star-fighter on the table to put down the folder he was carrying.

"Don't touch that!" cried Albermarle, and fussily put it back. He lined it up exactly with the models beside it.

Captain Easterly pursed his lips. His cousin was becoming more obsessive compulsive, something he remembered from previous occasions when Albermarle'd been under stress. No one could touch his models. Moving a spaceship was liable to lead to a temper tantrum.

Albermarle tore off another huge slice of pizza and busied himself with eating.

Easterly looked on impatiently. "Does the tracking work at long range?"

"It should. Where is she going?"

"Scotland. I'm thinking of going with her."

"To Scotland?" Albermarle was interested. "To the castle? That's dangerous."

"Not the castle. Some other MacRinnalch property, near Edinburgh. They're holding a charity event."

"A charity event?" Albermarle was surprised. "Werewolves?"

"I know. It's ridiculous."

Albermarle lowered his pizza. "Is Dominil going to this event?"

"Can't you stop obsessing over her?"

"I'm not obsessing over her. Or the quiz team."

Easterly sighed in frustration. He'd heard the story of the university quiz team many times. Somewhere, hidden away in Albermarle's belongings, there was a copy of the university magazine chronicling the event. On one well-thumbed page was a report of competition between Albermarle's college and another of the Oxford colleges. Dominil had been the star of the occasion, demonstrating such powers of intellect and memory as to virtually win the contest single-handedly. Her score on the evening had been more than that of her three teammates put together. Thanks to her, Albermarle's college had won the competition. This brought Albermarle no pleasure.

"She shouldn't have been on the team. I was captain."

"You got sick. They had to pick a substitute."

"She never even tried out for the team! When they needed someone to replace me, they just went right to Dominil like she was something special. She wasn't anything special."

"I thought she scored a record number of points?"

"I'd have done the same," sniffed Albermarle. "She got a lot of easy questions."

"Maybe if you hadn't eaten so much the day before, you wouldn't have gotten sick."

"I was nervous," protested Albermarle. "Food calms me down. Do you think if I wrote to the college and told them Dominil was a werewolf they might retrospectively disqualify her?"

"I think if you don't stop obsessing about a silly little university quiz that happened years ago then Dominil will kill you even quicker than she's probably going to anyway."

"I wasn't even that sick," said Albermarle. "I could still have competed if she hadn't barged in ahead of me. And you know what happened after that?"

"She refused to go out with you?"

"No! Well, yes. Like she was too good for me just because she won some infantile quiz. And people thought she was attractive. I never thought she was attractive."

"Then why did you ask her out?"

"I was just sorry for her. With that weird white hair. It's not natural. I always knew there was something strange about her."

"Albermarle, let it go."

"Let it go? Whose side are you on? Humanity or the werewolves? So is she going to be at this event in Edinburgh or not?"

Easterly wasn't sure, but thought she probably would be. "If the Mistress of the Werewolves is organizing it, most of the important MacRinnalchs are bound to be there. If I see her, I'll bring you a report."

"I won't need a report," replied Albermarle. "I'll go myself."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

Easterly's expression hardened. "You're not exactly an experienced hunter, are you? You can't go mingling with werewolves in their own territory. You'll get killed."

"I've managed so far, haven't I? And I'm fed up with you criticizing me. Just leave me alone to hunt Dominil."

"Fine. Go to Edinburgh. Don't blame me when you get your head ripped off. Now could we get on with things? I'm in a hurry."

"Why? Is your werewolf girlfriend waiting for you?"

"I don't have a werewolf girlfriend, and I'm getting fed up with you saying I do."

"You love Thrix!" mocked Albermarle.

"You love Dominil!" retorted Easterly, and immediately regretted allowing himself to be dragged down to Albermarle's level.

"At least I don't send her flowers."

"How do you know I've been sending flowers?" demanded Easterly.

"Because unlike you, I can gather intelligence. I'm telling you, Easterly, your kind of hunting is on the way out. Running around like an action hero isn't good enough these days. Today's werewolf hunter needs technology skills, and you don't have them. It's not me who's unsuitable, it's you. You're out of date. Now excuse me, I have a pizza to finish. And then I'm going to track some werewolves."

CHAPTER 115.

Decembrius caught the scent of the Douglas-MacPhees before he came out of Regent's Park. He didn't bother turning back. Decembrius would rather not have encountered them but had no intention of fleeing. Even so, he noted that the moon wasn't far from rising. He walked slowly over the small bridge that led from the park over the railway line into the side streets of Camden. There on the pavement stood Duncan, Rhona, and the huge William. In their leather jackets, bandanas, and tattoos, they didn't look out of place in the heart of Camden, but here in the quieter side streets, their appearance stood out. Decembrius wouldn't have been surprised to find that a few net curtains were twitching as nervous homeowners wondered why the rough-looking trio were loitering here.

"Decembrius. You were supposed to be meeting us."

The two siblings and their cousin studied Decembrius, their hostility quite evident on their faces. Duncan stepped in front of him while Rhona and William moved to either side.

"So?" said Duncan.

"So what?"

"Do you have our money?"

"Not yet."

"Really? Yet you've been to see the merchant. And he gave our money to you."

There was a brief and very tense silence.

"So where is it?" snarled Rhona, and moved closer.

"You'll get your money."

"We'd better get it right now."

"You'll have to wait," said Decembrius, who was wondering how to extricate himself from this uncomfortable situation. He cursed himself for ever getting involved with the Douglas-MacPhees. He'd tried to distance himself from them, but he'd failed because he needed money. Now he'd unwisely taken goods to the merchant and kept the money. Decembrius wasn't under any illusions that he was any more honest than the Douglas-MacPhees.

"We can just do it here," muttered Rhona, and she slipped a knife from inside her pocket.

"Or we can wait till the moon rises then take him into the park," said William.

"Either way, it's the money or your hide," added Duncan.

The sky was overcast, and already the clouds were shutting out the last rays of the sun. A faint breeze ruffled Decembrius's hair. He wondered if it would be better to try to fight his way out now or wait till they all transformed. Neither option was appealing. It was unfortunate that the Douglas-MacPhees, while not MacRinnalchs, were pure-blooded enough to change on any night. It made them formidable, powerful among their clan, and explained why Baron MacPhee had been forced to expel them from his lands.

"What's going on?" came a voice, and everyone jumped, for the approach had been so silent that none of them had heard it. Nor had anyone scented the presence of a werewolf. They turned to find the slender figure of Kalix MacRinnalch looking at them.

"Damn you and that pendant," muttered Duncan, casting his eyes on the jewel that hung around Kalix's neck, protecting her from detection. "Maybe it's time we took that for ourselves."

Kalix didn't seem troubled by the threat. She looked at Decembrius. "Why were you talking to the Douglas-MacPhees? Were you trying to sell me out?"

"Of course I wasn't."

Duncan was sharp-witted enough to realize what this implied. "Sell her out? You mean you've known where she was all along? While we've been looking for her?"

"I never said I'd help you find Kalix."

Rhona laughed. "He's been protecting her. Isn't that sweet?"

"I don't need his protection," said Kalix, and looked at them with contempt. "I'm going now. If any of you try to stop me, I'll kill you." Kalix turned to leave.

"I could do with your help," said Decembrius, trying to sound casual.

"I don't care," said Kalix. "Sort it out yourself." She started to walk away.

The Douglas-MacPhees laughed.

"Looks like you've made your girlfriend angry."

"We'll see you soon," called Duncan after Kalix, and then he turned again to Decembrius. "Now, about the money you owe us."

At that moment, everyone's attention was caught by the approach of another werewolf, this time one they could all scent. A small silver car drew up, parked in a no-parking spot, and Red Ruraich MacAndris emerged. With his large frame and straggling red hair, he never appeared quite at home in the city. He took in the scene before him and nodded briskly to the Douglas-MacPhees.

"I'm surprised," he said dryly, in an accent of even denser Scottish than the Douglas-MacPhees, "you've actually managed to find Kalix."

Kalix, surrounded in daylight by the three Douglas-MacPhees and Red Ruraich MacAndris, showed no anxiety. Faced with the prospect of fighting, the young werewolf found her mind clearing. She was moved to smile and tell Ruraich she was glad she'd killed Sarapen, which infuriated him. He sprinted towards her.