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and confused him that he
couldn’t read her thoughts and silently communicate his.
    Alex had said that some new werewolves took longer than
others to realize the full extent of their powers. He’d told her that her
physical development was way ahead of schedule and suggested perhaps that was
why her psychic abilities were lagging.
    Speed was Jenny’s greatest asset. Sergei was nearly two feet
taller than she, but even with his long legs he couldn’t keep up with her at a
full-out sprint. She didn’t have the stamina to outrun him for any distance,
but that was improving every day. Soon they’d be the strongest couple in the
pack and, once her other gifts developed, they’d be the most powerful.
    Technically Gwen and Alex weren’t the alpha couple. Alex was the leader, but his chosen mate was just a mortal. As pack consort,
Gwen had the highest possible status of any human, but she was still human.
Even Jenny outranked her.
    The cave was the only place Gwen was above everyone else.
There she was untouchable. The elders had explained this to Jenny before the
night of her first change, but they needn’t have bothered. The instant they’d
crossed the threshold, the magic was palpable. It was as if Gwen had been
wrapped in an invisible cocoon. Jenny couldn’t have harmed her if she’d wanted
to.
    Not that she’d wanted to at first. She’d been so afraid of
what was about to happen to her that she was grateful to be with her human
consort. Then Jenny’s mood had shifted with her body and she’d flung herself
against the cell bars, threatening to rip out Gwen’s throat if she got close
enough. Gwen had just smiled that annoying fucking smile of hers and waited
until Jenny had howled the rage out of her system. The next morning, after
she’d returned to human form, the anger had all drained away and Jenny had felt
an overwhelming love for Gwen. Sergei had told her that her feelings were
normal. It was just part of the magic of the change.
    It didn’t take long for the magic to wear off. Most
fledglings only had to spend two or three cycles locked in the cell during the
nights of moon week. Jenny had to spend four. The alpha and the human consort
decided together when a new werewolf was ready. She’d tried to play nice with
Gwen and not snap or snarl or threaten to gut her, but the wolf overtook her
every time.
    After the third month, Jenny had sobbed when Alex told her
she’d have to spend another seven nights in that fucking prison. He’d said he was
sorry, but it couldn’t be helped. Until she had gained some control, she posed
a danger to humans. She also risked being killed by the other pack members who,
when shifted, would instinctively view her behavior as weakness and attack.
    Alex had some bullshit theory that Jenny’s outbursts had
something to do with her former drug use—probably the psychedelics. He said her
brain chemistry might have been altered, but part of becoming a werewolf was
that the body healed itself from all the abuse it had taken while human. The
process could take some time, but Alex assured her it would happen.
    Jenny didn’t know if she believed dropping a little acid at
some concert two summers ago could be the cause of all her problems, but his
theory had given her an idea. A few weeks before her last stint in the cell,
she’d broken into his vet clinic and snagged a bottle of large-animal
tranquilizers from the medicine cabinet. To make it look like a burglary, she’d
also grabbed some other meds and pocketed the petty cash. By the time Alex got
back from L.A. and reopened the clinic, her scent had dissipated and no one
ever suspected who’d done it.
    Every evening after she was hauled down to the cell, Jenny had
furtively popped a couple of the tranqs, then stuffed the pill bottle under the
cot mattress. Even though the dosage was meant for an animal five times her
size, the effects didn’t last long. But it was enough to take the edge off and
win her a free pass from the