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Tvelgar, Director of Black Swan Headquarters in Edinburgh, was personally sympathetic with the werewolves, he didn’t think he could make a decision to exterminate a nest of dragon shifters on his sole authority.
    “Are these the last of the dragons?”
    “I didn’t ask,” replied Monq.
    “Well, no matter how abominable their behavior or abhorrent they are as a species, we can’t really be responsible for causing their total extinction. We would have to find a way to contain them. Perhaps lock them into a dimension from which they couldn’t pass.”
    “Is that possible?”
    “Frankly, I’m not sure. It was just a thought. Brainstorming, you know.”
    “So what do you intend to do?”
    “Contact the Council for an up or down vote. Then we’ll have to abide by whatever that is.”
    “Risky. The vote could be no.”
    There was a pause while Simon considered that. “If it is, then we’ll have to relocate the werewolves to another world suitable for their needs.”
    “Hmmm.”
    “Something else you wanted to say?”
    “I’ve been told that the werewolves have put a lot of time and energy into colonizing Lunark. They like it there and it’s their home. Just on principle, it doesn’t seem right that they should be the ones to have to move. That’s the first consideration. The second is that, I’m not sure running from one world to another is any sort of solution. We could be right back here six months from now.”
    “I’ll make a point of introducing your arguments to the discussion.”
    “Do what you can.”
    “Understood.”
     
     

CHAPTER 6
     
     
    As the weeks went by, Konochur knocked on Lessie’s door on more days than not. They fell into a relaxed, easy companionship that gave Lessie a measure of comfort. She thought about Jimmy, of course, and missed him terribly when she was alone at night in the bed they had shared. She’d left her girlhood home with him and had never thought about being on her own in the world. Why would she? She’d believed she was destined to grow old and die with a handsome young werewolf who would outlive her by centuries.
     
     
    When Conn, Lestriv, and Lily neared the chicken coop, the hens set up an almost deafening cacophony of squawked greetings. Lessie turned toward Conn and said, “Seems you make a favorable impression on the girls wherever you go.”
    Conn gave her his most charming, most roguish, lopsided grin. “’Tis no’ the chickens I’m aimin’ to please. In case ye have no’ figured that out by now.”
    Lestriv’s face flushed with color, signaling that she took his meaning well enough and that she secretly admired that grin of his more than she should. Conn’s way of making ordinary chores fun had penetrated her grief and brought laughter bubbling to the surface again and again. Each one of those momentary bursts of joy was followed by a pang of guilt, but it seemed she was a helpless victim of Konochur’s antics.
     
    Lily and Lessie laughed while the chickens backed up to Conn indicating their requests for the thrill of a few seconds of flight. They pecked at each other for a better place in line.
    “Come now, ladies,” Conn said. “A few seconds of joy awaits all of ye.”
    Afterward, as Conn watched Lessie feed the chickens, he asked, “What are ye thinkin’?”
    She stopped momentarily, smiled at him, then resumed scattering feed. “That chickens dream about being eagles.”
    Conn gave her a hearty laugh. “Aye. Seems so.” When his grin resolved to a teasing smile, he asked, “And what is it ye are dreamin’ about, bonny lass?”
    A frown creased her brow as she shook her head vigorously. “I have no right to be dreaming about anything, Conn. Not now.”
    She glanced at Konochur, who looked both serious and concerned. “’Tis no’ true, Lessie. Yer mate would no’ expect ye to entomb yerself in the past. Ye mated for a lifetime, but his lifetime is over. I know ye loved him. I know ye miss him. But ye have a long life