Almost as if Richard had read my mind； he said； 〃No werewolf or wererat or wereleopard； no one can aid you in finding your leopard。 If anyone interferes in any way； then the test is invalid； and he'll die。〃
〃Even if that help is metaphysical？〃 I asked。
Richard nodded。 〃Even if。〃
I looked at him； studied his face； and frowned。 I finally shook my head。 I'd had a vision of where Gregory was； and under what circumstances； but it gave me no real clue。 All I really needed to do was ask someone where a hole was with bones at the bottom。 But I couldn't ask anyone there。 Then I had an idea。
〃Can I use my own metaphysical abilities to aid me？〃
Richard nodded。
I looked at Jacob； because I knew the objection would e from him； if anyone。 〃I don't think your necromancy is going to help you locate your leopard。〃
Actually； it might have。 If the bones Gregory was lying on were the largest burial sight in the area； then I might be able to track the bones and find him。 Or I might spend all night chasing after piles of buried animals or old Indian graves。 I had a faster way； maybe not better； but faster。
I sat down on the ground； Indian fashion； resting my hands lightly on my knees。
〃What are you doing？〃 Jacob asked。
〃I'm going to call the munin；〃 I said。
He laughed； a loud bray of sound。 〃Oh； this should be good。〃
I closed my eyes； and I opened that part of me that dealt with the dead。 I've heard Marianne and her friends describe it to be like opening a door； but it's so much a part of me that it's more like unclenching a hand； like opening something in my body that is as natural as reaching across the table for the salt。 That might sound like an awfully mundane description of something mystical； but the mystical stuff truly is a part of everyday life。 It's always there； we just choose to ignore it。
The munin are the spirits of the dead； put into a sort of racial memory bank that can be accessed by lukoi who have the ability to speak with them。 It's a rare ability； to my knowledge no one in Richard's pack could do it。 But I could。 The munin are just another type of dead； and I'm good with the dead。
In Tennessee； the munin of Verne and Marianne's pack had e quickly and eagerly so very close to being real ghosts； crowding around me； eager to speak。 I'd practiced until I could pick and choose who would join with me and be able to municate。 It was close enough to channeling or mediumship that Marianne had suggested I could probably do this with normal ghosts； if I wanted。 I didn't want to。 I didn't like sharing my body with another being； dead or alive。 Creeped me out； yes it did。
I waited to feel the press of the munin spreading around me； like a ghostly card deck that I could shuffle and pick the very card I wanted。 Nothing happened。 The munin did not e。 Or rather a gathering of munin did not e。 There was always one munin that came when I called； and sometimes when I didn't。
Raina was the only munin of Richard's pack that traveled with me always。 Even in Tennessee； surrounded by munin from a different clan line； Raina was still there。 Marianne said that Raina and I had a etheric bond； though she wasn't sure why。 I'd managed to call munin hundreds of years old； and Raina； the very recently dead； came with more than ease。 But Marcus； the previous Ulfric； remained elusive。 I'd thought with my newfound control I'd be able to call him； but not only was Marcus not there； no one was there。 The clearing was empty of spirits。 It shouldn't have been。 This was the spot where they consumed their dead； each pack member eating the flesh to take on the memories and courage； or faults； of the recently dead。 They could choose not to feed； but it was like the ultimate exmunication。 Raina had been a bad person； and I wondered sometimes what exactly you had to do to get exmunicated from the lukoi。 Raina had been so bad that I would have let her go； but she was powerful。 Maybe that's why she was still hanging around。
Though hanging around implied she was like the phantoms of Verne's pack； and she wasn't。 She was internal to me； as if she poured out from inside my body； rather than pouring into me from outside。 Marianne still couldn't explain why it worked that way for Raina and me。 Some things you just accept and work around； because to do anything else is to butt your head against a brick wall； the wall will not break first。
Raina filled me like a hand inside a glove； and I was the glove。 But I'd worked a long time to be able to control her。 We'd worked out a deal of sorts。 I used her memories and powers； and I let her have some fun。 The problem was that Raina had been a sexually sadistic nymphomaniac when alive； and death hadn't changed her much。
I opened my eyes and felt her smile curve my lips； felt my face take on her expression。 I rose to my feet in a graceful line； and even my walk was different。 Once I'd hated that； now I shrugged it off as the price of doing business。
She laughed； full throated； the kind of laugh that makes a man look in a bar。 Her laugh was deeper than mine； contralto； a practiced seduction of sound。
Richard went pale； hands gripping the arms of his throne。 〃Anita？〃 he made it a question。
〃Guess again； my honey wolf。〃
He flinched at the nickname。 In wolf form Richard is a ginger color； like red honey； though I'd never really thought of it like that before。 Trust Raina to think of something thick and sticky when she looked at a man。
Her words came out of my mouth。 〃Don't be bitchy； when you called me for help。〃
I nodded； and it was my voice that explained to Richard's confused frown。 〃I was thinking something less than charitable about her。 She didn't like it。〃
Jacob walked towards me and stopped when I looked at him with Raina's expression。 〃You can't have called munin。 You're not lukoi。〃
Strange； but it hadn't even occurred to me that being a leopard might mean I couldn't call munin。 It might explain why the other munin hadn't e when I called。 〃You said my necromancy wouldn't help me； Jacob； can't have it both ways。 Either I'm lukoi enough to call the munin； or I'm necromancer enough to help myself。〃
We Raina and me stalked towards the tall； shirtless man。 Raina liked him。 Raina liked most men。 Especially if the man was someone she'd never had sex with； and among the pack that had been a short list。 But Jacob and more than twenty others were new。 She looked out over the pack and picked out the new faces。 She hesitated over Paris and didn't like her either。 You can't have too many alpha bitches in one pack without them fighting amongst themselves。
I felt something I hadn't felt before from Raina caution。 She didn't like how many new people Richard had allowed into the pack in such a short space of time。 It worried her。 I realized for the first time that it hadn't just been love that made Marcus put up with her as lupa。 She was powerful； but more than that； in her own twisted way she did care about the pack； and she and I were in perfect agreement on one thing： Richard had been careless with it。 But we both felt we could fix it。 It was almost scary that the wicked bitch of the west and I were in such perfect agreement。 Either I had been corrupted； or Raina had never been quite as corrupt as I thought。 I wasn't sure which idea bothered me more。
Of course； she thought we should seduce Richard into letting us kill a few select people； and I was still hoping that a slightly less sweet reason would prevail。 Raina thought I was a fool； and I wasn't sure I didn't agree with her。 Scarier and scarier。
〃Anita。〃 Richard said my name again； hesitant； as if he wasn't sure I was in there。
I turned； one hand ing up to my hair； flinging it back from my face。 It was Raina's gesture； and I watched that one movement make not only Richard； but Sylvie and Jamil behind her； nervous。 No； frightened。
I could smell their fear。 Raina's laugh bubbled out of my mouth； because she liked it。 I didn't。 I never liked it when my friends were afraid of me。 My enemies； fine； but not my friends。
〃I'm here； Richard； I'm here。〃
He stared at me。 〃The last time I saw you call Raina's munin you weren't able to think like yourself with her inside you。〃
〃I really didn't leave you for all these months just because I was afraid of how close we all were。 I left to get my shit together； and part of that was learning how to control the munin。〃
Raina said； 〃Control me？ You wish。〃 She hadn't said it aloud； only in my head。 It had taken me a long time to realize that some things were said out loud and some things weren't。 It was confusing； but you got used to it。
I said aloud what I'd seen in vision。 〃I saw Gregory in a hole； naked； tied up； lying on a bed of bones。 Where is it？〃
Raina showed me in images。 It was like a fast…forward picture show； but the images came with emotions； smashing into me； one after the other。 I saw a metal cap that screwed down with a tiny airway on top that let in enough light for you to see； if the sun was high enough。 There was a rope ladder that spilled down into the dark and was taken up when it wasn't needed。 I was Raina kneeling on a bed of bones； a human skull next to my knee。 I had a syringe and injected its contents into a dark…haired man that was