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    “Many of us have spent much of our lives in human form,” Sebastian said—calmly, damn him. “It does not invalidate what we are. It does not make us less Clan.”
    “But if you choose to stay in human form, no one cares! They don’t try to kill you for being what you are!”
    “Perhaps not. But I regularly run into difficulty with the leading clans for trying to work with the humans instead of isolating ourselves in our own little world—and thereby limiting our voice and our power. I choose not to let someone else dictate the decisions I make or how I define myself.”
    “But that’s just it. You choose ,” I said, furious that he couldn’t see that simple but so important difference. “The Corps hates me for having a Were mother; Lobizon hates me for not changing when that’s the one thing I’m physically unable to do! I never had a choice about any of it!”
    “And if you had?”
    “What?”
    “Would you have preferred a different mother?”
    “Of course not!”
    “A different father then? One who was Clan, so you would never have had to face the uncertainty of Neuri?”
    “When Lobizon sent the squad to change me by force,” I told him, fighting to keep my voice steady, “my father stood by me against a dozen Weres. Despite the fact that every single one of them was faster, stronger…”
    I broke off because I was once again back in those dark streets, watching a mass of shadows slink around a wall, expanding in a blink into larger, more graceful, and more deadly shapes. It had been the beginning of the worst night of my life, as they chased us for blocks, almost overpowering us a dozen times. And the whole time, I’d been certain that, just days after losing my mother, I was about to lose my father, too.
    “He could have been killed. He almost was killed,” I finished, quietly furious. “He could have left me—they didn’t want him, they’d have let him go—but he stayed anyway. He risked everything for me.”
    “You seem to admire the man a great deal.”
    “Of course I do!”
    “Then I must admit to being confused. You said you’ve never had a choice.”
    “I haven’t!”
    “Yet it appears that the life you have is the one you would have chosen.”
    I started to fire back a response, and then stopped as his words sank in. “We cannot change what we are,” he said simply. “Only what we do.”
    “And what do you expect me to do?” I demanded. “Because I don’t know how to make this connection you want. I don’t even know how to start.”
    “It isn’t a task to be performed or a skill to be learned. It’s instinctive.”
    “Can’t you track him?” I was desperate for another answer, any other answer. Cyrus’s life could not hang on the tenuous thread of my Were heritage. It just couldn’t.
    “Not through a city, not without having a very good idea of where to start looking. There are too many conflicting scents.”
    “But he’s your brother!”
    Sebastian shook his head. “After the challenge I was forced to sever ties, and for it to look real it had to be real. In Were terms, I am no longer Cyrus’s brother. The ties between us were cut, metaphysically as well as legally, by the ceremony making him vargulf. And an Outcast wolf has no clan until he forms one by taking a mate.”
    Leaving Cyrus exactly one hope. Me.

4
    “NO.” Sedgewick didn’t even bother to look apologetic, not that I’d have believed it coming from him.
    “I’m fine,” I insisted urgently. Hargrove had taken Sebastian off to confer with Jamie, and I didn’t have a lot of time. The release form was on Sedgewick’s desk, but so far, he’d refused to so much as glance at it. “I was planning to go back on active duty soon any—”
    “Oh, were you? How kind of you to enlighten me.” He was in rare form even for him. He’d taken Sebastian’s refusal to allow him to carve up the so-fascinating corpse hard. And since this was Sedgewick, that meant that the rest of us were