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"Call the pack and demand that they acknowledge you as lupa. Make some of them come here and guard both of them against Sylvie's express orders. But you have to give them your protection. You have to promise them that she won't hurt them, because you'll see to it that she can't." "If I do that and Sylvie doesn't like it, I'll have to kill her. It's like I'm setting her up to be killed. That's a little premeditated even for me." He shook his head. "I'm asking you to be our lupa. To be Richard's lupa. To show Sylvie that if she keeps pressing, Richard may not kill her, but you will." I sighed. "Shit." "I'm sorry, Anita. I wouldn't have said anything, but ... " "I needed to know," I said. I hugged him, and he stiffened in surprise, then hugged me back. "What was that for?" "For telling me. I know Richard won't like it." The smile faded from his face. "Richard has punished two pack members since he took over. They challenged his authority, big time, and he nearly killed them both." "What?" I asked. "He sliced them up, Anita. He was like someone else, something else." "Richard doesn't do things like that." "He does now, not all the time. Most of the time he's fine, but then he snaps and goes into a rage. I don't want to be anywhere near him when he loses it." "How bad has he gotten?" I asked. "He's got to accept what he is, Anita. He's got to embrace his beast, or he's going to drive himself mad." I shook my head. "I can't help him love his beast, Irving. I can't accept it either." Irving shrugged. "It's not so bad being furry, Anita. There are worse things ... like being the walking dead." I frowned at him. "Get out, Irving, and thanks for telling me." "I hope you're still thankful in a week." "Me, too." Irving gave me some phone numbers and left. Didn't want anyone to stay too long. People might suspect him of being more than just a reporter. No one seemed to worry about my reputation. I raised zombies, slew vampires, and was dating the Master of the City. If people began to suspect me of being a shapeshifter, what the hell difference would it make?
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