Ukiah stopped, suddenly wary. "Rennie?"

Rennie came at him faster than he could react, a blur of motion. The Pack leader caught him by the jacket and slammed him hard against the cliff. "You reek of Ontongard and a woman!"

"It's been an interesting day," Ukiah managed, his heart leaping to his throat. Anger radiated from the Pack leader, though Ukiah could not fathom why. "You might think this is funny, but I finally figured it out. We're not human, are we?"

Rennie's eyebrows went up. "You didn't know?"

"I was raised by wolves. I had no idea that I wasn't like normal human children because I was some kind of-h.e.l.l, I don't even know what I am. Freak of nature? Science experiment gone bad? Alien monster?"

Rennie nodded slowly. "Prime and Hex came to Earth on a ship, a scout ship for an invasion force.

We're not of this world. We are only vaguely human."

"And I am the only cub."

"One can only pray." Rennie grumbled dangerously, "Who was the woman?"

Ukiah squinted at Rennie, missing the change of subject. "What woman?"

Rennie roared and pulled him forward to slam him against the cliff again. "The woman you slept with! Who was she? Tell me!"

Fear for Indigo flashed through Ukiah. "No!"

"I saved your life yesterday," Rennie growled in Ukiah's face, "but I can take it just as easily today.

Tell me her name."

Ukiah shook his head in denial. "You might have saved my life, but I don't trust you. I won't tell you who she is. If I have to protect her with my life, I will."

"Rennie!" h.e.l.lena pulled the Pack leader back. "Ukiah, is she pretty?"Ukiah eyed the dark-haired Pack woman, wondering if her question was a verbal trap, but finding no harm in answering. "She's beautiful."

"She is special?"

He considered the question, found it safe, and nodded. "She looks at me and truly sees me."

h.e.l.lena reached out to touch his face and he flinched, remembering the test, remembering how she had learned all there was to know about him. She tsked him gently and laid the hand on his face. Do you love her?

h.e.l.lena hadn't moved her mouth, but the words were clear. He closed his eyes against this blatant show of their alien blood. Would she love me if she knew this?

"Let him go, Rennie. Our little cub is in love."

Rennie kept him pinned to the wall, a growl rumbling down in his chest. "We missed this woman.

There might have been others, all of which he loved."

h.e.l.lena glanced back up at Ukiah. Have there been others?

No.

"Rennie. He's too human not to seek someone out. Let him go."

Rennie dropped him and stalked away. "I hate this-this not knowing. Is he or isn't he? Is this the true cub or a careful lie? Are we doing the right thing or are we throwing it all to s.h.i.t because of some wolf instinct we can't ignore?"

"Am I or am I not what?" Ukiah snapped. "What is it you think I'm going to do? Why are you trying to kill me half the time, then treat me like your child? How can I lie to you when I don't have a clue to what is going on? Until a few hours ago, I thought I was a fairly normal, twenty-year-old human. Could you for once stop and explain something-anything-to me?"

Rennie eyed him. "Well, for one, you're not twenty years old. You were conceived the first week Prime was on Earth. That was several hundred years ago. We're not sure of the exact date. Coyote was Prime's only Get, and his grasp of time is very weak."

Ukiah reeled. He couldn't be that old, could he? He thought back to his time with the wolves, how he had never been able to count the seasons and tally to some reasonable number. He had thought it many times-it felt like he had run with the wolves since the beginning of time. Miserably, he nodded his head.

Yes. This was the truth. "So, Coyote is my brother? No, you said only Get. Where do I fit in?"

Rennie shook his head. "You're Prime's child. A Get is totally different from a child. A Get is something you make. It's an ugly evil thing."

"You make a Get? How?"

"You inject your genes into a human, usually using a syringe filled with your blood." Rennie looked ashamed as he explained. "Your genes act like a virus, spreading throughout the person's body. All of their cells are replaced, one by one, with nearly duplicate cells containing your genes. It hits them hard, like the black plague. Their immune system fights the whole way. Out of a thousand times, maybe one person lives.

Most burn themselves out before hitting the threshold-the point where your genetic material can keep the body alive while it stamps out the last of the host's DNA."

Ukiah's mind flashed to the used hypodermic syringes tipped with Wil Trace's blood. "This is what the Ontongard are doing to the FBI agents. They did it to Janet Haze."

Rennie nodded. "We think they're using the immune-suppression drugs to increase the odds of the host surviving."

Ukiah gave him a sharp hard look. "Host? That makes you sound like parasites.""The worst ever imagined. Prime's people over-populated their home world and spilled out into the universe, going from world to world, replacing all life with themselves. It was what they intended to do to Earth, until Prime intervened."

A million questions flashed through Ukiah's mind. He fought to ignore them, to stay focused on the issue at hand. "I don't understand. Why are the Ontongard interested in making the FBI agents into Gets?

Why did my father make Coyote?"

"Making Gets is all Hex cares about," Rennie snarled. "It's why he came to Earth. It's why we fight him. If he could, he would cover the world with Gets."

"Prime was about to be killed by Hex," h.e.l.lena added in a more patient tone. "He was wounded and desperate. He infected everything he spotted in hopes that one creature would survive, would remember, could fight on after he was dead."

Ukiah shook his head. "I still don't understand. If your genes replaced all of the host DNA, then the person basically becomes a copy of you."

Rennie nodded solemnly. A copy slaved to you. You've wiped away most of its memories, its hopes and dreams, and given it all of yours. How can it be free if all it knows is your desires?

Ukiah got the impression that Rennie spoke to him mind to mind to reinforce the concept that one Pack member could affect the other's thought. Mental slavery seemed frighteningly possible when thoughts other than your own echoed in your head.

"And my father did this to Coyote?" Ukiah flashed back to his trial with Coyote shouting, "You're my Get!" He turned to stare at h.e.l.lena, appalled. "Coyote did this to you?"

"We were all once human," h.e.l.lena said quietly. "Now we're thinly disguised copies of Prime." She smiled wistfully at him. "Which makes us all your parent."

Ukiah glanced from h.e.l.lena to Rennie. "But why are you different looking?"

"If you replace its diamond with cut gla.s.s, the ring will appear almost the same. The fairly simple human cells are replaced with a complex cell structure that can mimic being human. Over time, our appearance drifts toward Prime. Coyote is the oldest of us, and at one time he was a wolf."

"A wolf?" He almost didn't believe, then remembered Coyote's weird golden eyes, his wolf eyes.

"The Pack is still a mess from that little twist," Rennie muttered as he sat down on a stone ledge.

"You retain a sh.e.l.l of yourself, ghost memories, like extended deja vu. If you're left alone to rediscover yourself, you can become independent of your creator. Most of the Pack have recaptured themselves."

Rennie put an arm about h.e.l.lena's slim waist and pulled her close, glancing up at her. He received a sad smile.

"We prize our humanity over our lives," h.e.l.lena whispered. "Hex holds his Get tight. They're just shadow puppets moving for their maker."

"So where does this leave me? If I'm not a Get but a child, why aren't there any other children?

Why did Prime want to kill me? Why do you keep trying?"

"There are a hundred or so Pack members made by Coyote. We abhor what we are and don't create many Get. Hex, while he focuses on creating Get, has only a thousand or so-we think." Rennie grinned. "He empties his veins often for little or no return. When we can track down a Get, we kill it."

Rennie caught Ukiah's shocked look. "The human it once was is no longer alive, and each Get represents a possibility for a thousand more. Luckily, it seems that Hex is worried about creating another Prime, a rebellious Get with information enough to destroy everything. He limits himself to what he can keep close at hand, and normally doesn't allow his Get to create others."

"He tried it once, let all his Gets create Gets of their own last century," h.e.l.lena added. "Millions of humans died. They thought it was an extremely virulent strain of the flu. So many dead for a handful of Get.""The biter is that it took so much time to track down the new Gets that they had grown too independent for his taste. He burned them all."

"What does this have to do with being the only child?"

Rennie came to stare into Ukiah's eyes. "Only one in a thousand lives because the alien genetics triggers the body's defenses immediately. The war begins at the injection site and death comes before the alien genes can keep the body alive. There's a way around it. You create a blending of parasite and host.

This new genetic material will be accepted by the host until it's too late-when the immune system starts to reject it, the threshold has been reached."

Ukiah was chilled suddenly to his core. "You make a child-an alien father, a human mother."

Rennie nodded. "It required a delicate, sophisticated machine that humans haven't even come close to matching. The machine did the egg extraction, fertilization, genetic manipulation, and implantation. It held the host mother inactive for the period of gestation, suppressing her immune system so her body wouldn't miscarry the half-alien fetus, yet kept her alive for the duration of the gestation. It was a huge machine. On the scout ship, there was only one."

Ukiah started to pace, wrapping his arms about himself, but the cold horror stayed in him. "I was born to take over the human race?"

"You are a weapon of destruction wrapped up as our one and only child. Is there any wonder that we love you yet fear you?"

"Why? Why did Prime even make me?"

"We don't know." Rennie sat watching him pace. "For us, memory is genetic. We're encoded with our creator's memories. Only Prime was badly hurt when he made Coyote and we lose recent memories when we are wounded. It's like someone made paper dolls out of War and Peace, and now we're trying to figure out the plot line from what's left."

"Rennie!" Bear came scrambling down the rocks to hold something out to the Pack leader. "The cub's got fleas."

Rennie took a dark speck of plastic from Bear's hand, sniffed, and grimaced. "He sure does.

Scatter the Pack."

"Fleas?" Ukiah came to look into Rennie's hand. The plastic encased a wafer thin computer chip, small battery, and smelled of hot plastic. "What is it?"

"Something with too much to do for as little as it is." Rennie dropped the plastic speck into Ukiah's hand. "It's got to reach all the way up to orbit and tell a spy satellite where a certain Pack cub is going."

Ukiah stared at it in amazement. "She bugged my bike!"

Rennie c.o.c.ked up one eyebrow. "This she wouldn't be the unnamed love of your life?"

"What can I say? I admire resourceful women."

"If she bugged you, someone's following you." Rennie cracked the wafer and tossed it away. "We have to be gone before they get here or it gets real messy."

"Wait. Why do the Ontongard attack us on sight? Who was my mother? How was she killed?

What do you remember from Prime?"

Rennie gave Ukiah a slightly bemused look.

"There's too much he needs to know, Rennie." h.e.l.lena picked up a battered coffee can and handed it to Rennie. "And not enough time to teach it. Give him a memory."

Ukiah took a step backward despite himself. "Oh, no, not that mind-meld s.h.i.t.""That only works when we have time to kill." Rennie indicated with his eyes that h.e.l.lena was to leave. "This is the quick and dirty way to hand off memories." He took off the lid, flipped the can upside down to tap out coffee grounds, glanced at the shining interior, and set it on a rock. "This might not work.

Your immune system might just destroy it." He flipped out a stiletto knife, the blade bright in the moon light.

He made a fist and, in one quick cut, opened the vein in his left wrist. Ukiah winced at the sudden self-violence. "And it might kill you, but I doubt it, not with you being Prime's son."

His blood poured from the wound, at first beating down in a tinny rhythm like rain into the coffee can. The bottom of the can was quickly covered, and the sound became more like water from a faucet.

"Are you going to be all right after losing that much blood?"

"This is nothing," Rennie scoffed, "I'm a first Get from Coyote, who's a first from Prime. I'm closest in the Pack to you, except for Coyote, and he's gone back to the woods. To give it the best chance to work-and at the moment you're in desperate need of it working-I need to be the donor."

"Chance for what to work? What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you a cure for what ails you-ignorance. This is knowledge. If it works, you'll know everything that I know at this moment."

The blood stopped flowing from Rennie's wound. He shook the last drop from his wrist and quickly snapped on the lid. "Now, go someplace you can afford to be sick, because you might be, and not that Shadyside mansion of your partner's. We found you there and so can they. If it doesn't work, come find me without any fleas."

"If I can find you again."

"I have faith." Rennie handed him the coffee can, frowned, took it back, punched holes in the lid, and handed it to Ukiah again. "Don't spill it and don't let it get away."

One last roar of motorcycle engines and Ukiah stood alone in the woods, holding the can of Pack blood.

It took some doing to wedge the coffee can into his seat storage, and he drove home carefully.

Carrying it would have been easier, he thought ruefully, if Rennie hadn't put holes in the lid. What was he supposed to do with the blood? Drink it? He shuddered at the thought.

The house was dark when he reached the farm. In the full moonlight he popped the seat storage and lifted the can out. There was no sign of spillage. As he examined the rim, the can tilted oddly, as if the contents suddenly gathered to one side, and it almost flipped out of his hands. He tightened his grip. As he did, the can shifted again, and this time he heard the skittering of small claws.

The smell of blood was gone, he suddenly realized, and another smell seeped out through the holes.

He sniffed cautiously. Field mouse.

He stood for a long time in the driveway, holding the coffee can. He had seen Rennie pour his own blood into the can. It was the same can. There had been blood in it.