Well, she wasn't telling humans anything-but she did defy the authority of the Night World," Ash said in
his most lazy, careless voice.
Quinn said succinctly, "How?"
It was late Monday afternoon and the sun was streaming through the western windows of the Burdock
farmhouse. Ash was wearing a brand-new shirt bought at the Briar Creek general store, a turtleneckwith
long sleeves that covered the almost-healedscars on his throat and arms. His jeans werebleached white,
his hair was combed over the scabon the back of his head, and he was playing the scene of his life.
"She knew about a rogue werewolf and didn't tell.anybody about him."
"So she was a traitor. And what did you do?"
Ash shrugged. "Staked her."
Quinn laughed out loud.
"No, really," Ash said earnestly, looking intoQuinn's face with what he knew were wide, guileless
eyes-probably blue. "See?"
Without taking his eyes from Quinn's he whipped a pink-and-green country quilt off the bundle on the
couch.
Quinn's eyebrows flew upward.
He stared for a moment at Aunt Opal, who had been cleaned so that you'd never know she'd ever been
buried, and who had the picket stake carefully replaced in her chest.
Quinn actually swallowed. It was the first time Ash had ever seen him falter.
"You really did it," he said. There was reluctant respect in his voice-and definite shock.
You know, Quinn, I don't think you're quite as tough as you pretend. After all, no matter how you try to
act like an Elder, you're only eighteen. And you'll always be eighteen, and next year maybe I'll be older.
"Well," Quinn said, blinking rapidly. "Well. Well___ I have to hand it to you."
"Yeah, I just decided the best thing to do was cleanup the whole situation. She was getting on,
you know."
Quinn's dark eyes widened fractionally. "I have toadmit -I didn't think you were that ruthless."
"You've gotta do what you've gotta do. For the family honor, of course."
Quinn cleared his throat. "So-what about thewerewolf?"
"Oh, I took care of that, too." Ash meandered over and whipped a brown-and-white quilt off
Exhibit B. The wolf was a charred and contorted corpse. It had given Mary-Lynnette hysterics when Ash
insisted on pulling it out of the car, and Quinn's nostrils quivered when he looked at it.
"Sorry, it does smell like burnt hair, doesn't it? Igot a little sooty myself, keeping him in the fire...."
"You burned himalive?"
"Well, it is one of the traditional methods....""Just put the blanket back, all right?" Ash put the
blanket back.
"So, you see, everything's taken care of. No humans involved, no extermination necessary."
"Yes, all right ..." Quinn's eyes were still on the quilt. Ash decided the moment was right.
"And by the way, it turns out the girls had aperfectly legitimate reason for coming. They just
wanted to learn to hunt. Nothing illegal about that,is there?"
"What? Oh. No." Quinn glanced at Aunt Opal, then finally looked back at Ash. "So they're
coming back now that they've learned it."
"Well, eventually. They haven't quite learned it yet... so they're staying."
"They'restaying?"
................."Right. Look, I'm the head of the familyon the West Coast, aren't I? And I say they're
staying."
"Ash............. "
"It's about time there was a Night World outpost in this area, don't you think? You see what's happened
without one. You get families of outlaw werewolves wandering around. Somebody's got to stay here and
hold down the fort."
"Ash ... you couldn't payNight People to strand themselves out here. Nothing but animals to feed
on, nobody but humans to associate with ..."
"Yeah, it's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it.Besides, wasn't it you who said it's not good
living your whole life isolated on an island?"
Quinn stared at him, then said, "Well, I don't thinkthis is much better."
"Then it serves my sisters right. Maybe in a few years they'll appreciate the island more. Then
theycan hand the job over to someone else."
"Ash ... no one else is going to comehere."
"Well." With the battle won, and Quinn simplylooking dazed and as if he wanted to get back to
LosAngeles as fast as possible, Ash allowed himself a
small measure of truth.
"I might come visit them someday," he said.
"He did a beautiful job," Rowan said that evening.
"We heard it all from the kitchen. You would have loved it."
Mary-Lynnette smiled.
"Quinn can't wait to get away," Jade said, in
tertwining her fingers with Mark's.
Kestrel said to Ash, "I'd just like to be around when you explain all this to Dad."
"That's funny," Ash said. "I feel just the opposite." Everyone laughed-except Mary-Lynnette. The
big farm kitchen was warm and bright, but the windowswere darkening. She couldn't see anything in the
gathering darkness-in the last two days the effects of her blood exchange had faded. Her senses were
ordinary human senses again.
"You're sure you won't get in trouble?" sheasked Ash.
"No. I'll tell our dad the truth-mostly. That anoutlaw werewolf killed Aunt Opal and that I killed
the werewolf. And that the girls are better off here,hunting quietly and watching out for other rogues.
There's sure to be some record of the Lovett fam ily.... Dad can check out the history all he wants."
"A whole family of outlaw werewolves," Kestrel said musingly.
"Ofcrazy werewolves," Ash said. "They were as dangerous to the Night World as any vampire
hunters could be. God knows how long they've beenhere-long enough for their land to get named Mad
Dog Creek."
"And for people to mistake them for Sasquatch," Mark said.
Rowan's brown eyes were troubled. "And it wasmy fault that you didn't know," she said to
MaryLynnette. "I told you-he couldn't be the killer. I'm sorry."
Mary-Lynnette captured her gaze and held it. "Rowan, you arenotgoing to feel guilty for this. You
couldn't have realized. He wasn't killing for food like a normal werewolf. He was killing to protect his
territory-and to scare us."
"And it might have worked," Mark said. "Exceptthat you guys didn't have anywhere else to go."
Ash looked at Mark, then at his sisters. "I have a question. Is the territory around here going to be
enough foryou?"
"Of course," Rowan said, with gentle surprise.
"We don't always need tokill the animals," Jade said. "We're getting it down pat now. We can
take a little here and a little there. Heck, we can even trythe goat. "
"I'd rather try Tiggy," Kestrel said, and for a moment her golden eyes glimmered. Mary-Lynnette didn't
say it, but she wondered sometimes about Kestrel. If maybe, someday, Kestrel might need a bigger
territory of her own. She was a lot like Jeremy in some ways.
Beautiful, ruthless, single-minded. A true Night Person.
"And what about you?" Ash said, looking at mark.
"Me? Uh... Well, when you get down to it, I'm kind of a hamburger guy...."
"I tried to take him hunting last night," Jade interpreted. "You know, just to show him. But he threw up."
"I didn't actually-"
"Yes, you did," Jade said calmly and cheerfully.
Mark looked away. Mary-Lynnette noticed they didn't stop holding hands.
"So I take it you're not going to become a vampire," Ash said to Mark.
"Uh, let's just say not any time soon."
Ash turned to Mary-Lynnette. "And what about the human end of things? Do we have that taken care of?"
"Well, I know everything that's going on intown-by which I mean that I talked with BunnyMarten
this morning. I'm so glad she's not a vampire, incidentally
Mark said, "I always knew it"