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genders. They were dressed in all shades of black, and most wore jackets and bracelets and collars of dark leather. Some had earrings and nose rings; one had a tattoo showing on his throat. If they had been tall, muscular folk, they would have looked intimidating, but they weren’t. They looked like college students, or younger, some still with acne, or too-oily hair, beards that wouldn’t quite grow all the way in, and the thinness of youth. They looked awkward and out of place.
    Four or five of them were gathered behind and around a stout young man less than five and a half feet tall. He had thick glasses and pudgy fingers, and would have looked more at home with a pocket protector than with the spiked leather gloves on his fingers. He stood with his hands on his hips, glaring up at a rail-thin blond girl at least a head taller than he, the lines of her willowy body all awkward, her long, sad face set in an expression of anger. Her hair fell about her face and head in a ragged mane, but her eyes sparkled with contained wrath. Another five or six of the young people were gathered behind her, and everyone seemed tense.
    “And I’m telling you,” the young man snarled in a muted voice, “that we should be out there right now. We can’t allow ourselves to rest until we’ve found them all and torn them apart.” There was a murmur of agreement from the people behind him.
    “I swear, Billy,” the blonde said. “You’re such a testosterone-laden idiot. If we were out there right now, they might catch on to us.”
    “Use your head, Georgia,” Billy snapped back. “You think they haven’t figured it out by now? They could take all of us out right this minute if they hit us.”
    “They haven’t,” Georgia pointed out. “ She told us not to move again tonight, and I’m not moving. And if you try it, so help me, I’m going to tie your ankles to your ears.”
    Billy growled, actually growled, though it sounded posed and forced, and stepped forward. “You think you can handle me, bitch?” he said. “Bring it on.”
    Georgia’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t sign on to this wolf thing to fight hapless losers like you, Billy. Don’t make me start now.” She glared at the young people standing behind Billy. “You know what she told us. Are you going to start going up against her word?”
    “Listen, Alphas,” Billy said, turning to look at those behind him, and then at those backing his opponent. “I’ve led you for all this time. I’ve done what I’ve promised to do. Are you going to stop trusting me ?”
    I peered at the discussion and then lowered my head again, back into the shadows. Holy I-Was-a-Teenage-Werewolf, Batman. I checked my compass, and it pointed firmly at the lit room, the group gathered around the lantern. Were these the killers? They looked more like a group of computer nerds geared up for Leather Night.
    This was a start at least. I could clear out now, and let Murphy know what I had seen. I’d need to check around the building outside first, see if any of the group had any cars parked nearby, to be able to give Murphy the license plate numbers. Hell, we weren’t far from the university. Maybe some of them would have parking passes.
    “What is the meaning of this?” came a clear, strident woman’s voice.
    I craned my neck up to the edge of the shelf again. A dark-complected woman, as tall as the long-faced blonde, but older, solid with muscle and moving with an animal surety, had come into the room from a back door. Her brown hair was peppered with grey, and it took me only a second to recognize the woman from the car in the parking lot outside of McAnally’s. My heart started to pound a little more quickly with excitement. She had been following Murphy and me, after all. She glared at the two groups of young people, her eyes an almost eerie shade of amber that could barely be construed as brown. “Have I taught you no better?” the woman demanded.
    Billy and Georgia were both