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should voice her concerns with her mate first."
    "Wow. Since when did you become a guidance counsellor?"
    "I don't think you take this seriously enough. But then you don't feel the full impact of it yet."
    She dismissed his words, not wanting to dwell on them. "This afternoon. We'll go this afternoon. I'll think of an excuse for us both to leave the farm."
    "Make sure you know what you're both getting into. Things can't be unsaid."
    Studying him closely, she said, "You and I, of all people know that." She walked away, turning briefly to say, "And I've got nothing to lose if I ask her if it's possible to change mates before I come of age."
    He chuckled. "You ask away. But I'm afraid you're stuck with me."
    ***
    "I feel really bad not telling Wes where we're going. He thinks we're having dinner in town."
    "You two are like an old married couple," Beck said, winking at Jenny when she gave him a piercing look.
    "Being mated is much worse than being married. I don't see how any mated couple could cheat on each other. Maybe that's the answer to the social problem of this country; make everyone linked by this stupid mating thing," said Paris.
    "Stupid. I'll mention that one to my brother," Beck said.
    Beck had driven them to the edge of a large section of the forest Jenny didn't know at all. The track leading to it petered out into nothing, and he would have to reverse to get back to the road. They all got out, and Paris and Jenny grabbed their backpacks.
    "Are you OK?" Jenny asked Paris.
    She smiled weakly. "Yeah. It's only...you know."
    Jenny put her arm around Paris. She had forgotten Paris might feel scared about going into the forest, only a short time ago Wes had rescued her from two men who had kidnapped her and threatened to rape her. "You're safe; no one is here except me and Beck. And I guess he'll protect us both."
    "You know it's true," he said resignedly, and struck off into the trees.
    "Are you sure you want to do this?" Jenny asked before they followed Beck.
    "Yes. Positive, if she can give me any information about whether I'll change or not, it would give me time to prepare. I also want to know if she remembers my father at all."
    "If anyone knows she might. The tales people tell about her make her out to be some kind of oracle."
    "Then let's go." Paris took a determined step forward, and their journey began.
    They walked for half an hour without stopping. Beck stayed in his human form until then, but as they sat resting and taking a drink, he spoke quietly to Jenny.
    "I'm going to have to change soon. I think there's a scent on the air, but I need to change to be able to follow it."
    "OK. No problem."
    "I need you to carry my clothes for me; we might not come back this way. Or I might have to go human where I need to be fully dressed."
    "Right." It seemed bizarre having a conversation with Beck. There was a familiarity between them that was simply there, and not made by the process of time spent together. "You want to watch?"
    "Watch what?" she asked, then realising his meaning, too late to stop his fun
    "Me, strip naked. I know how much you like my body, especially with no clothes on."
    "No, I do not want to watch!"
    Paris looked up at her sharp words. She lowered her voice so only he could hear. "I have seen it all before, I have no desire to see it all again."
    "But you do desire to touch me again."
    "Beck, please. Not here."
    "Oh, I don't know. I think when things are settled between us you might enjoy coming out into the forest with me."
    Colour rose in her face, the thought of coming out here, in the wilds and mating with him aroused the animal in her. Not for the first time she felt sure she was not going to be a bird when she came of age. This thought spurred her on. Jenny had to ask her own questions of Mother Hart.
    "Stop showing off and strip, I'll pick up your clothes, let's just hope I don't accidentally let them fall into a stream, or a very muddy puddle."
    He grinned. "That would mean you having to