Wolf Who Rules

"Keep them away from it," Tinker said. "At least until we can make sure the Fire Clan and the Stone Clan don't kill them on sight."

Maynard looked away, as if to hide what he thought. When he turned back, his face was back to its carefully neutral - nearly elfin - facade.

"What do you fucking want from me?" Tinker cried. "I was raised in a junkyard!"

"You're the only one in a position to understand fully what is to be human," Maynard said, "and still be able to do anything about this situation."

"But I don't know what to do."

"I know you don't." Maynard said but didn't add anything more - which would have been a big help.

There was pulse from Forest Moss and this time the building wasn't empty. She - and Forest Moss - picked up two people still inside on the second floor. A shout went up. Tinker turned to see the Wyverns swarmed in through the door of tiny second-hand shop. Like flashbulbs going off, she felt spells flaring the small rooms into brilliance, one after another. The Wyverns quickly worked to room with the hidden couple.

"Oh, no." Tinker started for the store.

Stormsong pulled her short. "They are only killing oni."

Was that supposed to make it better? Much as she hated the kitsune, she didn't want to see Chiyo beheaded. She didn't want Riki anymore dead than she wanted Nathan hurt.

"We can't go in there - it would be asking for fight." Stormsong kept hold of her. "One we can not win. Wait. Please."

Much as she wanted to protect the strangers, she couldn't bear the thought of sacrificing her sekasha.

Tinker nodded numbly and pulled out of Stormsong's hold. "Let's get closer."

She lost sight of the storefront beyond the wall of backs. This time her sekasha had to clear a path, pushing people aside to make what they thought was a wide enough path for her. Maybe if she was an elephant.

The Wyverns muscled out only one person. They dragged him to a white-haired elf, announcing, "We killed one inside - it tried to run. This one is spell marked, but it was with an oni."

It was Tommy Chang.

"Kill him." The male domana said.

"No!" Tinker plunged forward, forced her way through the towering Wyverns to Tommy's side. "Don't hurt him!"

The white haired elf turned and Tinker gasped at the damage done to his face.

"Ah, what honest horror!" The half-blinded elf said. "You must be the child bride. Not much to you - how did you come out in one piece?"

"Because they underestimated me." Tinker tugged Tommy's arm out of the wyvern's hold. "Look, he's been tested. He's not oni."

"He might be mixed blood," said the half-blinded elf.

"Who gives a flying fuck?" Tinker snarled in English.

" Domi," Stormsong murmured behind her.

"He's not one of them." Tinker switched back to High Elvish.

"How do you know?" Forest Moss asked. "From what I hear, the tengu fooled you."

She was not going to let them kill someone she knew. She stared at Tommy, trying to remember something that would prove he was what she thought he was - to herself as much as to them. Maddeningly, he said nothing in his own defense, just stood there, wrapped in his bulletproof cool. Didn't he know that no one was swordproof?

True, she'd trusted Riki blindly, but she didn't know oni existed, and had awarded him the trust she gave all strangers. Her world had been a different place not so long ago.

"I know because -" she started in order to stall them. Because she'd known Tommy half her life. His family had owned a restaurant in Oakland since before Startup. He'd been a driving force organizing the hoverbike racing, and most summers she saw him on a weekly basis. He wasn't a stranger. She wouldn't immediately say he was "good" people. He had a temper and a reputation of being ruthless when it came to business; that didn't make him any more evil than her. She suspected the elves wouldn't accept those facts as a good argument for his humanity. Riki had proved her judgment was flawed.

What could she say as proof that these elves would accept? They were growing impatient for her answer.

"Because-" and then unexpectedly, Riki provided the answer. "Because when the tengu came looking for me, he didn't know where to find me."

That puzzled them, which was fine, as she needed to cram a lot into this argument to make it sound.

"Two years ago, Tommy bought a custom delta hoverbike off me. He needed to write a check, and there were the pink slips - forms to show transfer of ownership for tax reasons. I told him my human name, which was Alexander Graham Bell." Which of course triggered a round of teasing from Tommy, and occasionally afterwards, he'd call her 'Tinker Bell.' "I even told him why I was called that." In truth, she had been trying to stem the teasing with a sympathy play since Tommy's mother had also been murdered. "And that my father was the man who invented the orbital gate. I told him - he didn't tell the oni."

That seemed to buy it for the Wyverns. They released their hold on Tommy.