Page 22 of Witch's Moon
“Ha, ha,” Regan muttered.
Giving her husband a look of reproach, Gina pulled out of his arms. She crossed to Regan and put a hand on her shoulder. “How are you?” she asked.
Regan saw the concern in her sister’s face. Gina had always been too compassionate; it had gotten her into trouble many times. “Actually, I’m fine.” She gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile.
Gina gave her a look of disbelief.
“Really,” Regan said. “The furry bit was… kind of fun.”
“What was it like?” Darius asked.
Regan was unsure how to answer. Instead, she closed her eyes and allowed wolf to rise up inside her. When she opened her eyes, she knew they were changed—wolf’s eyes peering out from her human face. She stared at Darius and allowed a small growl to trickle from her throat.
He appeared fascinated, but unafraid, which pissed wolf off a little, but Regan forced her back down.
“Can you change when you want? Or does it have to be full moon?” he asked. “Can you think when you’re a dog? Do you—” Her eyes narrowed again, and he shut up. Then he gave a shrug. “We know very little about the wolves.”
“Join the club,” Regan said.
“You could be a great source of information for the Council.” He frowned. “Though I suppose you’re hardly going to be typical.”
“I have no wish to help the Council with anything,” Regan said. “And I’m certainly not going to be some sort of specimen for you to study. But I do need to find out why it happened, and what they wanted me for.”
Darius pulled out a chair for Gina and sat down next to her at the big wooden table. He regarded Regan curiously. “How much do you know?”
Regan forced herself to take a seat opposite. She hated him, but maybe he would have some information that might be useful to her.
“In your work with the Council, have you ever come across a man named Caleb Stone?” she asked.
Darius shook his head.
“What about Ethan Stone?”
He thought for a moment. “That name rings a bell.”
“He’s the wolf who bit Regan,” Catrin said.
“And Caleb Stone?”
“His son,” Regan said.
She heard Catrin gasp. “Caleb is the son of the wolf that bit you?” she asked.
Regan nodded.
“I didn’t see that,” Catrin said. “How did you find out?”
“He told me.”
“Okay,” Darius said, “tell me what happened.”
She related the events of the night she’d been bitten, right up until that evening, only omitting the fact that she and Caleb had made love.
“And you have no idea who this past acquaintance is?” Darius asked when she fell silent.
“I told you—I just don’t know. I’m over two thousand years old. I’ve met one or two people in that time.”
“And probably pissed off most of them.”
