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 Not a physical mark, perhaps, Doctor Locke said, still speaking only to Ben.  But your possession is
quite evident.To me at least.
 Possession of whom?Are you talking about me? I turned to face the doctor.  Look, I think you have a
wrong idea about us. We re writing partners -- that s all.
Doctor Locke turned to look at me at last.  Is that really what you think?
I felt my mouth go dry. Ben was looking at me too, and there wasan intensity in his mild brown eyes I
had never seen before. It scared me.
 Do you really believe one who is chosen of the Goddess to show both her faces, the light and the dark,
could need so deeply and not leave a mark of mating -- of possession?
 The Goddess? I raised an eyebrow at him.  Look, I was under the impression that you were doing
some kind of scientific research here. Not New Age mumbo-jumbo.
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 And so I am. My research is paramount, but all in the service of the Goddess. The time is drawing near
when she will demand her due.
 What? I shook my head, feeling like I d stumbled into some strange dream. I looked up at Ben to see
what he made of all this, but he was still just standing there, staring at me with that weird light in his eyes.
I was getting a serious case of the creeps here.
 Look, I said, attempting to bring the conversation back to some semblance of normalcy.  I m not
interested in the Goddess or anything like that. I pulled the folded picture out of my pocket, still sealed in
the clear plastic baggie.  Have you ever seen this girl? I asked.
Doctor Locke s dark gray eyes flickered, and he licked his lips nervously.  No, he said, after studying
the picture briefly.  No, I haven t seen her.
Something told me he was lying, but there was nothing I could do about it.  Fine, I said, frustrated.
 Well, what about this? I opened the baggie and unfolded the picture, showing him the long swirl of
coarse, gray-brown hair. I had cleaned off the bubblegum as well as I could, and only a few pink flecks
remained.  You work with animals, I said, showing him the lock of hair/fur.  Do you think this could
belong to some kind of wolf?
Ben came suddenly to life.  Where did you get that? he demanded, striding forward to look over my
shoulder at the hair.
 It was stuck inside the picture, I said, giving him my bestback off look. So what?
Ben shrugged uneasily, not saying anything.
Doctor Locke studied the fur with much more interest than he had shown the picture of
whatever-her-name-was McKinsey. He looked up at Ben sharply.  This is yours? he asked, gesturing
at the fur.
Ben scowled. Of course not.
 His hair is black, I added. It seemed a shame to point out the obvious, but really, what would make
Doctor Locke think that weird colored hair could have come off Ben?
The doctor nodded and handed me back the fur.  Yes, he would have black fur, during a change.
 A change? I looked at him, frowning. A change into what?
The doctor looked startled for the first time. He looked at Ben.  She does not know?
 Know what? I demanded. Both of them ignored me.
 No, Ben said to the doctor, shaking his head.
 Goddammit, will you both please stop acting like I m not in the room and tell me what the hell is going
on? I shouted, finally losing my patience.  Well? I looked at Ben, but he only shook his head again.
 Doctor Locke? I said, looking at him.  I came here for some answers.
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He frowned.  I am sorry, Ms. Linden, but this is not my secret to tell. And as it is getting very late, I
must ask you both to leave. Sasha does not like company so late at night. At the sound of her name, the
white wolf that had been sulking in the corner came forward growling, her hacklesraised .
 Fine, just fine. I shoved the picture back into the pocket of my jeans and turned for the door. Ben
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