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there a directory or something?" As the others laughed, she had a sudden thought. "Oh, will we have to
go to town for that?"

Derik, seated at Wyndham's left (she was at his right), snickered. "Nice try. The doctor will come here."

"Well, goody for him."

"Her," Michael corrected sharply.

Jeannie raised her eyebrows, said nothing, and ate her chicken. Wyndham was jealous? Of a male
doctor? Ridiculous. Still, that might be a handy button to push. She filed the thought away.

"Are you mad because you think we're all crazy, or because you're here against your will?" Jon asked
curiously.

"I don't think that's a fair question," Michael said reproachfully.

"Yeah, I mean, there's so many reasons for me to be furious at all of you, how can I pick just one?"

"I meant," Jon said, flushing a little, "the full moon is in three days. And you could watch some of us
change, or even one of us change, and then you wouldn't think we were crazy anymore, so it might be
easier to accept—um—are you okay?"

She could actually feel the color draining from her face, could feel the trembling in her hands. She
dropped her spoon in her soup and fled the table, running, running, for her rooms.

Michael caught up with her on the stairs. She wrenched away from him and kept going. Never one to
take a hint, he followed her into her bedroom.

"The full moon?" she asked, hating the shrill, panicky note in her voice. He shut the door to assure some
privacy; she barely noticed. "The full moon again? I can't go through that again! I can't go through that
craziness with you again!Don't you touch me!"
 He had been reaching for her, ignored her shriek and pulled her, struggling, into a firm embrace. "It's all
right," he said into her hair. "I had planned to leave the grounds when my change came. I wouldn't have
forced you again. I promised you I wouldn't force you, except as punishment."

"What good is a promise from you?" she choked, resting her forehead against his shoulder. He smelled
so good. It was as comforting as it was irritating.

"I've done many things to you, Jeannie, but when have I broken a promise?"

She shrugged sullenly. Then stiffened, remembering. She leaned back to look at him. "But what about
the others? They all think they're werewolves, too, they all—"

"You have nothing to fear from the females, because as my mate, you're alpha female. No, listen,
Jeannie—if it's a delusion, at least we all have to follow the same rules, right? And the males
won't—can't—touch you without my permission." His voice hardened. "And I won't give it. Ever. So you
have nothing to fear."

She choked on a laugh.