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carried in and whined as the door to the back shut behind the staggering tech. It took her two trips from the door to Selene and back before Selene got it: the vet wouldn’t let another dog in to watch her work, but she would allow the owner back.
    Selene leaned over her knees and pressed her palm to her face to hold herself together. Her prayers to the Lady would be no more fervent for being made from Tom’s side rather than in another room. The blood scent twisted into her nostrils even from here, though that might be the lingering scent of his passing through the entryway. Blood had been in every breath when her pack had been killed, blood and silver metal. Each breath now brought her one step closer to reliving those moments in full sight and smell.
    “Hold down the den for me, would you, girl?” Selene buried her hand in Felicia’s ruff and surfaced gasping from the bloody memories into Silver again.
    Silver folded over, forehead to her knees, and held herself together. John would be here soon. Death said nothing, but his silence had an approving quality as he sat straight upright beside her.
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    Felicia tried going back to the door to the exam rooms one more time, even though she knew Silver had understood her. Apparently Silver preferred to go off into her own crazy land rather than check on Tom. Felicia paced back and forth from the counter to the couch on the opposite wall. Lady, how could she have been so stupid? It was her fault Tom was hurt, and now she couldn’t even help because she was trapped as either a dog or an inexplicably naked woman in front of the humans.
    Silver had handled everything better than Felicia had feared, she had to admit. She’d thought the woman couldn’t use phones unless someone dialed for her. She smelled upset enough about it, though. Some of her pure white hair had slipped from the long braid she kept it in, hiding her face from Felicia’s angle. She looked frail, sharp angles under pale skin, hard to match with the intensity of her normal body language as alpha.
    Felicia’s nails scritched on the polished floor. Wasn’t this all sort of Silver’s fault in the first place? If she hadn’t showed up, they never would have run toward the road. The moment she thought it, Felicia knew that wasn’t fair, but she indulged the tight satisfaction of imagining things that way for several paces anyway. In the end, it was Felicia’s fault. Her fault for getting Tom hurt.
    A vehicle turned into the clinic’s parking lot, and Felicia pricked up her ears as she recognized the engine’s sound. Tom’s pickup. John must have found Tom’s jeans and keys and brought down the vehicle that would be better for transporting Tom home.
    Felicia darted to the front doors and accidentally forced John to shove her aside with the glass because she forgot they opened inward. He looked reassuring at least, the solid muscle of him in the doorway, brown hair disordered as usual. Felicia skidded on the way to the door to the exam rooms, but the infuriating man stopped at Silver first.
    “Selene?” John set a hand on her back and she slowly sat up. The rank mixture of her fear and worry wafted to Felicia. “Are they working on him right now?”
    “Silver,” Silver said, almost too soft to hear. “He’s—” She gestured vaguely in the direction of the back of clinic, then scrubbed at her temple and frowned at Felicia. “Take her in, would you?”
    Felicia waited, ears pricked high for sounds of what was going on in the back of the clinic, but John opened the front door instead. He waited pointedly, smelling of exasperation.
    Oh, of course. John meant to take her inside in human. Felicia sprinted for Tom’s pickup and John followed to undo the canopy and tailgate. Felicia nosed around in Tom’s detritus, including his toolbox and extra pair of hiking boots. No clothes unless you counted a raincoat. John returned from the cab and tossed her backpack onto the bed. The very