Walter looked utterly satisfied. He glanced at me, his eyebrows rising as if knowing I could visually see the mental connection he was fixing over another alpha’s pack. Smirking, he looked to Pam and gestured.

Pam reached for the tie to her robe. “Wait!” I called, and a ripple of laugher went through them. They thought I was frightened. “I have a spell to Were with, and I don’t want to get shot using it.”

There was a collective hesitation, and most of the conversations were stilled, the street gang muttering the loudest. I shifted from foot to foot, waiting. Pam recovered smoothly, coming to a halt a good ten feet from me. “You can Were?” she said, a mocking smile on her. “Walter, honey, I didn’t think earth witches could do that.”

“They can’t,” he said. “She’s lying so she can put a black spell on us.”

“I can Were,” I said, letting my second sight fade. “It’s a ley line, ah, charm, and if I had wanted to put a spell on you, I would have done it already. I’m a white witch.” My stomach hurt and I had to go to the bathroom. Oh God. I was a white witch, but it was a black curse. I had sworn I wouldn’t, and here I was, jumping head first into the hole. It didn’t matter that the black was negligible. It was going to be on my soul. What in hell was I doing here?

Walter looked at the crowd when a few called to get on with it. “Pam?” he asked, and the slight woman beamed, playing up to them.

“Challenger’s choice,” she said, and the assembled Weres cheered.

Walter nodded. “Your choice,” he said to me. “Do you want to start on two feet, making part of the contest how fast you can Were, or do you want to Were and then begin?”

“I know what challenger’s choice is,” I said snottily. “I have done this before. And this isn’t legal. My alpha isn’t here, and there aren’t six other alphas to adjudicate in his absence.”

Walter’s face showed shock for an instant, then he hid it. “We have six alphas,” he said.

“She doesn’t count!” I said, pointing, but all they did was laugh at me. Like I really thought they would do this by the book?

“We start from four legs,” I said softly, knowing she was going to Were fast anyway, so I might as well have a chance to catch my breath before we got on with it.

The crowd liked that, and Pam nonchalantly undid the tie to her robe, letting it slip from her to pool at her feet and leave her stark naked. She looked like a goddess with her perfect tan, standing with one foot slightly before the other. Even her stretch marks added to her image of proud survivor. The noise of the crowd never changed or acknowledged her new, ah, look.

I flushed, dropping my gaze. God help me, I wasn’t going to do the same. Jenks’s clothes had vanished with even his scars when he turned. I expected it would be the same for me, and I wouldn’t show up as a wolf in black tights and a lacy pair of underwear—as amusing as that would be. No way was I going to show them I was a nasty pasty color with freckles.